You people in your big mansion homes
Large estate cars
In windows no reflection
As an outsider I glare
No takeaway menues
No leaflets please
And gates you build up
So no one can get in
Symmetrical windows
Symmetrical cats
You don’t give away new furniture
Because to you it is tat
Empathy lost and sympathy gone
You don’t chop you’re own bushes
Take out your own bin
Take salvage in wine dining
Fine catering
Book tables in restaurants
Because common cafes are sin
You got no cracked tiles in your kitchen
Damp crawling up your walls
And as a landlord
You don’t care
If I died on your floors.
You complain about your appearance
Complain about your life
You complain about your status
You cheat on your wife
I don’t owe you nothing
No
I don’t owe you shit
But when the day starts coming
I have to pay rent
People tell me that’s life
People say when your an adult
People say it’s tough luck
People say I should shut it
People say grow up.
You people in your large mansion houses
Like 3 story hotels
You don’t care about people
don’t care if they’re well
You want money
You lust wealth
