| Well they tell me about the pie up in the sky | 
| Waiting for me when I die | 
| But between the day your born and when you die | 
| They never seem to hear even your cry | 
| So as soon as the sun will shine | 
| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine | 
| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| Well the opus' are trying to keep me down | 
| Trying to drag me underground | 
| And they think that they have got the battle won | 
| I say forgive them lord the do not what they’ve done | 
| So as soon as the sun will shine | 
| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine | 
| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| Well I’ll keep on fighting for the things I want | 
| Though I know that when you dead you gone | 
| But I’d rather be a free man in my grave | 
| Then living as a puppet or a slave | 
| So as soon as the sun will shine | 
| I’m gonna get my shine out what’s mine | 
| And then the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all | 
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all |