Arbetloser Marsch

One, two, three, four,
we're jobless, that's for sure,
not heard a damn thing long
in the factory, the hammer's song,
it's freezing cold, forgotten,
it takes the heavy toll, rotten,
we wander 'round the street,
like the wind, we can't be beat,
like the wind, we can't be beat.

One, two, three, four,
we're jobless, that's for sure,
on a bench, without a home,
our bed is dirt and loam,
if anyone's got something to eat,
we share it with everyone we meet,
just like the wine we drink,
we're lost in our own stink,
we're lost in our own stink.