What Is The Measure Of Your Success? Lyrics - Singles - Taylor Steve

In this city I confess 

I am driven to possess 

Answer no one, let them guess 

Are you someone I impress? 

I am a big boss with a short fuse 

I have a nylon carpet and rubber shoes 

And when I shake hands, you'll get a big shock 

You'll be begging for mercy when the champ is through 

You better believe I'll put my clamps on you 

In this city, be assured 

Some will rise above the herd 

Feed the fatted, leave the rest 

This is how we won the west 

I am a safebox, I am the inner sanctum when the door locks 

I hold the passkey 

You say you can't take it with you? 

We'll see about that won't we? 

push....push....push 

In the city, I confess 

God is mammon, more is less 

Off like lemmings at the gun 

I know better, still I run 

I am an old man 

and the word came 

But you can't buy time or a good name 

Now when the heirs come around 

Like buzzards on a kill 

I see my reflection in their envious eyes, 

I'd watch it all burn to buy another sunrise 

Some men find the fire escape 

Old men learn it all too late 

push....push....push the alarm 

Old MacDonald's bought the farm