Let's d rink to the h ard working p eople
Let's d rink to the l owly of b irth
Raise your g lass to the g ood and the e vil
Let's d rink to the s alt of the e arth
Say a p rayer for the c ommon foot s oldier
Spare a t hought for his b ack breaking w ork
Say a p rayer for his w ife and his c hildren
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Who b urn the fires and who s till till the e art h
And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange
Raise your g lass to the h ard working p eople
Let's d rink to the u ncounted h eads
Let's t hink of the w avering m illions
Who need l eaders but get g amblers inst ead
Spare a t hought for the s tay-at-home v oter
His e mpty eyes gaze at s trange beauty s hows
And a p arade of the g ray suited g rafters
A c hoice of cancer or p olio
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And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strang e
Let's d rink to the hard w orking p eople
Let's t hink of the l owly of b irth
Spare a t hought for the r ag taggy p eople
Let's d rink to the s alt of the e arth
Let's d rink to the h ard working p eople
Let's d rink to the s alt of the e arth
Let's d rink to the t wo thousand m illion
Let's t hink of the h umble of birth
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