On the beach I hear laughter The sound of clinking champagne glasses But away away up in the city Just out of earshot Somebody's crying She's washing dishes And he's cleaning toilets It's a lonely night for young lovers When each was a kid Each had their schools One taught to rule The other taught the rules No one has grown up The world's his oyster While the other inherited hunger Will they see The world is clean It has no ladders It just be The truth is what you Is what you make it So forget the class room And all the asses The world is yours Not the upper classes The playground of the rich You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick! The playground of the rich You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick! The playground of the rich You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick! The playground of the rich You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick! The playground of the rich You know it's kinda!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
