The with and the Without

If God's up there in heaven, looking down.
And hell is down below, then is hell hand made by man?
Only god will know.

Some are born into money, naturally they are rich.
Most are born into poverty, starvation and ill health.
The rich look down at the poor.
They thank god for their wealth.

There are some in the middle
Neither rich or poor
They buy a ticket, hope for luck
For a big win and a fast buck

They live in hope day after day
Praying that fortune will come their way
Something to relieve life's boredom
To remove the daily drudge

Is the answer in a bet?
The lotto or the pools?
Us middle people-we are such fools.

We fritter away our lives
So busy earning a living
Life just passes by
The injustice of it all
Makes me want to cry

There is no time, every day's a rush.
Dash to the station, to jump on a train
And stand like sardines in a crush.
Take it from me, it's nothing but pain