I shouldn't live in this part of town.
Human nature sure has let me down.
Segregation! Does it ring 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 q***r.
If it's strange we panic. Yeah, we won't come near.
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?
