Living life with no believing
Front of me, lying there, right on the street
Well, everything is all profit then
Across the street, at the light, he had a heart

Dead yuppies on the sidewalk, right in front of me
Leave their dead bodies in the trash, dead bodies
They're in the restaurants in the laundromat
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk, lying on the streets
Dead yuppies on the sidewalk, right in front of me
Raising the rents in the neighborhood buildings
As I pass by, beside a runaway car and I watch' em, all die, oh, yeah
Never coming back as far as I can see
The streets are filled with just me and them
He had a heart attack, hit the gas

I just turn around and watch a Cadillac car, see
They were sitting in the restaurant outside, you know that part
Every where I go, you know, I see'em
Quality of life is just fucked up
See them walk by in the latest fashion

Attack, hit the gas, that's all she wrote
Sixty hours a week and I'm a still broke man
When money is your God with your credit cards
Them mow' em all down, oh, yeah