Playground Of The Rich

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!