Testo Tuff Skool The Gods Hate Kansas
In this city where sitting's a crimewe'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