besarmi se shram na kar hera feri se mat dar
besarmi se shram na kar hera feri se mat dar
ek patte ki baat kahe hum jiska joota usi ka sar
o mister jiska joota usi ka sar

jhuko to ye dunia thukraye, akdo to ye gale lagaye
jhuthe ka to bol hai bala, sacha dar dar thokar khaye
jhuko to ye dunia thukraye, akdo to ye gale lagaye
jhuthe ka to bol hai bala, sacha dar dar thokar khaye
are baba jooth ko nisdin malis kar
sach pe jooth ki palish kar
are baba jooth ko nisdin malis kar
sach pe jooth ki palish kar
ek pate ki baat kahe hum jiska joota usi ka sar
o bitwa jiska joota usika sar

ha sethon ka imaan hai paisa nirdhan aka bhagwan hai paisa
paise to bejan hai lekin dunia bhar ki jaan hai paisa
ha sethon ka imaan hai paisa nirdhan aka bhagwan hai paisa
paise to bejan hai lekin dunia bhar ki jan hai paisa
khoon aadmi ka pikar or kaan me kehta tha machhar
khoon aadmi ka pikar or kaan me kehta tha machhar
ek pate ki baat kahe hum jiska joota usi ka sar
o mister jiska joota usi ka sar

Embrace the brazen, shed all shame,
Fear not the game, the crooked frame.
A truth I whisper, hear it well,
The shoe that fits, the head shall fell.
Oh, friend, the shoe, the head's grim bell.

Bow down, the world will cast you out,
Stand tall, they'll weave your praise about.
Lies bloom grand, their voices swell,
Truth wanders, bruised, a living hell.
Bow down, the world will cast you out,
Stand tall, they'll weave your praise about.
Lies bloom grand, their voices swell,
Truth wanders, bruised, a living hell.
Anoint the lie with daily grace,
Polish truth with falsehood's face.
Anoint the lie with daily grace,
Polish truth with falsehood's face.
A truth I whisper, hear it well,
The shoe that fits, the head shall fell.
My son, the shoe, the head's grim bell.

The rich man's faith, the coin he holds,
The poor man's god, in tales unfolds.
Though lifeless, cold, this metal gleams,
It breathes life into all our dreams.
The rich man's faith, the coin he holds,
The poor man's god, in tales unfolds.
Though lifeless, cold, this metal gleams,
It breathes life into all our dreams.
The mosquito, sated, drinks the red,
And whispers secrets in your head.
The mosquito, sated, drinks the red,
And whispers secrets in your head.
A truth I whisper, hear it well,
The shoe that fits, the head shall fell.
Oh, friend, the shoe, the head's grim bell.