In this city where sitting's a crime   we'll sit down to steak whenever we dine   while so called wealth is bartered back and forth   we end up much poorer than we were before      Like an unlocked door no-one's thought to try   like your lowly temp when she rolls her eyes   like your cherished youth being bound and tied   like waiting in line for a fork in the eye      by the tilt of your chin in my evening air   I sense that for you, I'm not even there   so keep the chasm wide and loud   let your net worth rule the playground