Cash Or Clash

I shouldn't live in this part of town.

Human nature sure has let me down.

Segregation! Does it rign a bell?

Well, I've gotta name that you can't spell.



Oh yeah, I know I've said it all before,

that I don't care where I belong no more.

Well, I'm just amazed cause when I look around around,

there are only rich, blond kids at the near playground.



At the Wellpark Tramstation they get in and you get out.

It's a modern world sensation and it makes me wonder.

Yeah, it makes me wonder what it's all about?



I say it's fear, it's fear, for all what's queer.

And this, this fear, won't disappear.

No, the problems organic. Yeah, it will stay here.



I know I'm here cause I've got the cash.

Yeah, once you've got the money there won't be no clash.

Yeah, money is kind of sweet, it solves a lot for me.

God bless A.Smith and the economy.



So what's a citizen to do?

Well, I could change my name or give all my money to the fewl?