Rich people cross the border
But the poor people cannot
Lucky if you got the passport
You get to the closest airport
The is not like the people on the boat
Poor people do jumper stunts
If you get lucky you are free
If not you can't leave your country
This is not a joke this is reality
This is the price of liberty
Cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot
And the poor people cannot
There is a little ship leaving the harbor tonight
There is a lonely ship leaving the harbor tonight
In the bay it is raining
And the wind from the west is blowing
The little ship yes is leaving
When the storm is coming
But the ship is sailing across the waves
Leaving the bay this evening
Inside of the ship triple? Men
And all the kids and wifes are crying
Cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot
And the poor people cannot
