In a building of gold, with riches untold
Lived the familes on which the country was founded
And the merchants of style with their vain, velvet smiles
Were there, for they also were hounded.
And the soft middle class crowded into the last
For the building was fully surrounded...

We were hardly aware of the problems they beared
For our time was taken with treasure.
Oh life was a game, and work was a shame,
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
The workd cold and grey was so far away
In distance only money could measure...

 Phil Ochs, 1964/5