Trampled By Turtles - Rich/Poor lyrics

You keep your ear so close to the ground Well your prophet speaks and there's no one around And it's a grand old time for broken gla** And it's all we ever need You dig them holes and never find a dime You can't pretend it's not a waste of time And the payphones ring until you burn ‘em down It's my kind of town La la la... You lie before the change of pace When you're set dead last in a wasted race And it's a cold hard facts that'll bring me to tears That's the way it goes La la la...