And there's money to be made off someone else's shame Every day and every night there's something going wrong City rats to suburbanites hold tight 'cause this is your song
That you might not believe in
And there's money to be made off someone else's shame And there's money to be made off someone else's pain
Time can turn it's back on you, leave you broken and asking for A little bit more and less to lose, you lie and cheat and steal just to score
And there's money to be made off someone else's shame And there's money to be made off someone else's pain
Broken glass and alcohol, bars on windows, security walls You don't belong here in this place, you're too good for that I can see it in your face
That you might not believe in