Could have been saved for the poor
Surely you're not saying we have the resources
Why has it been wasted -- we could have raised maybe
Move! while you still see me
You'll be lost
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Let the world turn without you tonight
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
When I'm gone
You'll be so so sorry
Woman your fine ointment -- brand new and expensive
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
If we try we'll get by so forget about all us tonight
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
People who are hungry, people who are starving
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
Think! while you still have me
Look at the good things you've got
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
To save the poor from their lot?
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
Three hundred silver pieces or more
For the fire in your head and feet
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
For the fire in your head and feet
Matter more than your feet and hair
There will be poor always, pathetically struggling
