I've moved out of three cities 'cause I couldn't pay the rent Folks like me weren't welcome so I packed it up and went It's always the same story, I find a place I wanna be And soon enough I'm joined by all the other refugees Then watch the websites warble, this is the hippest place to hang Hey check out Division, it's the sweetest thing since Tang Then watch the millionaires come in and build a luxury hotel Sipping coffee on the sidewalk, saying isn't this place swell
Rents are going up and the neighborhood's going down Here in Gentrification Town
See the families leave the city, watch how they accept their fate Except the ones who had the timing right and bought some real estate The ones who had the timing and the ones who had the credit The ones who paid attention to whoever it was who said it This is a nation that won't suffer utopians or fools He who has the gold rules He who has the gold, he who bought the stock He who is the landlord who owns your block
They say you can't blame the yuppies, they're just responding to the will Of the market and the strength of the US dollar bill But the dollar's only strong if you have some to your name Otherwise you're on the business end of the game The end that just stays home 'cause they can't afford the show The end that has to pack their things and find a place to go The new hip place to be, for a little while, then The wrecking balls move in and chase us out againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
