In this city where sitting's a crime
we'll sit down to steak whenever we dine
while so called wealth is bartered back and forth
we end up much poorer than we were before

Like an unlocked door no-one's thought to try
like your lowly temp when she rolls her eyes
like your cherished youth being bound and tied
like waiting in line for a fork in the eye

by the tilt of your chin in my evening air
I sense that for you, I'm not even there
so keep the chasm wide and loud
let your net worth rule the playground

Lyrics submitted by Ken Braley

Tuff Skool song meanings
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