Yard Act - Payday lyrics

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 right