Paper, iron, won't buy Eden
  working for paper and for iron
  work for the right to keep my tie on
  working for paper and for iron
  work for the unicorn and lion
    I pray the kids aren't starving
  no chicken for the Sunday carving
  I'll stay for one more farthing
    I take home my notes and coins every week
  I'm told I'm worth much more
  but the Church says turn the other cheek
  the other cheek
  paper, iron, won't buy Eden.
    I know the family needs me
  can't moan, the factory feeds me
  won't bite the hand that bleeds me
    I take home my notes and coins every week
  I'll inherit the earth I'm told
  but the Church says to remain this meek
  remain this meek
  I'm still a proud man.
  Won't show anybody else my wage
  a blend in the crowd man
  is this anybody's golden age
  is this anybody's golden age
  is this anybody's golden age
  or am I dreaming of a golden cage
    La la lo it's paper
  la la lo it's iron
  la la lo just paper
  la la lo just iron