What constitutes a ghetto? Huh? Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road Do the locals have to eat them all if they don't sell 'em I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul
What constitutes a ghetto fetish? Eh? Is it growing your own lettuces but not filling in the potholes The local council will be getting an earful believe me I call their lugholes concrete bollards to the soul
We all make the same sound when we get mowed down And there are starving children in Africa so go send your toy guns to Bosnia
Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and treat your husband right
What constitutes real change? Huh? Are we even vaguely aware of when we'll terminate the muse? If all offers are final, then how is it even possible For you to be both flush and completely principled
Yeah well, I didn't do any of it for you I did it for the little boys and girls Pulling lettuce from the potholes hosing off the engine oil Wax apples at Christmas, next year they're sniffing glue
All of a sudden, I was blinded by a powerful light Whoo
Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and run Take the money, take the money, take the money and treat your mother rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
