Playground of the Rich Songtext

von Spear of Destiny

On the beach I hear laughter
The sound of clinking champagne glasses
But away away up in the city
Just out of earshot
Somebody's crying
She's washing dishes
And he's cleaning toilets
It's a lonely night for young lovers

When each was a kid
Each had their schools
One taught to rule
The other taught the rules
No one has grown up
The world's his oyster
While the other inherited hunger

Will they see
The world is clean
It has no ladders
It just be
The truth is what you
Is what you make it
So forget the class room
And all the asses
The world is yours
Not the upper classes

The playground of the rich
You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick!
The playground of the rich
You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick!
The playground of the rich
You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick!
The playground of the rich
You know it's kinda, it's kinda sick!
The playground of the rich
You know it's kinda!