Tom: D A* A* D A* A* A D [Verse 1] A* A* Around the table sat the people A D A* Some were eating some were starving for D There was never quite enough G A* A D G For each to have a share [Verse 2] A* A Every day there was a murder A* A* Or a knifing with someone shouting D A* "Get your hands off you bastard A* A That's my food you're eating" D A* "That's nothing, nothing son, son, son", blamed the blackguard D G A* A D G A* A Women didn't even get a ruping [Chorus] G D G A* Every day an insane scramble just to get enough G D G A* They would rather kill someone than let somebody get too much [Instrumental] A* A A* A* D A [Verse 3] A A* There was much din and they argued D About the meaning of these things A* D G Some said the pittance should be shared out equally A* A But some of them said it proved man was evil D G A* A As they tucked into their enormous share [Chorus] G D G A* But the wisest of them said: "till there's enough to go around G D G A* The men's scramble will continue fight to bring the system down"