Lo.com.denom.

This ain't no place for ideals
This is no time for change
It's like swimming in a concrete zoo
It's like dancing in dead man's shoes

I'm a gutter ball
I'm a liquid lunch
I gotta make them calls like I see 'em
I gotta play my hunch

I despise the ground you walk upon

Low Com Denom

When wealth equals worth
You got no choice at all
You're guilty from birth
You place the money, he takes the fall

I'm the storm that comes after the calm
I'm gonna hurt you
I'm gonna hit you like a bomb

Low Com Denom

Fifty grand will make me a man
Fifty grand will make me a man
Fifty grand will make me a man
Fifty grand will make me a man