high rise, you live in the sky
like you think it'll last
no dice, not enjoying my life-
I'm only waiting for the imminent crash
you're not a kid anymore, there's no playing
no more fucking around...
oh yes, it's great to be poor
you can't take it- but there's nothing else to be found
hands tied, baby you know why
but the profits are filtering down
can't accept that you're living a lie so you try to tune it out
you're not a kid anymore there's no playing
no more fucking around
oh yes it's great to be poor- you can't make it
but there's nothing else to be found...
and we'll be the kings of the town
while you are living in the past...
they want your soul
and all it takes is a shake of the hand
and baby, you're sold...
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