Yard Act - Payday lyrics

What constitutes a ghetto? 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? Is it growing your own lettuce 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 samе sound when we get mowеd 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? 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 pothole 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 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 right