You're power mad. You want everybody to act like you. Talking your honey to people. It's venom you really say. Let's act rich and let's dress vogue. Hide our background, sell our souls.
We're not singing bounce, we're not getting dirty. Not concerned with getting the party started right. Throwing darts as we see fit, the music today we will hit.
Staring down Cedar Grove up on Indian Hills. See a skyline littered with triple deckers and gin mills. Years of tot lot pass my eyes. Reflecting faces that have gone by.