Somewhere in the city
There's a struggle going on
Someones making money

Someones doing wrong
Everybody searching for a little piece of gold
(power play? )(fix a face? ) never grow old

Its a shame
Whos gonna take control?
Its a game they play

Whos gonna save your soul?
And they're never gonna stop
Till they reach the top

All across the nation
Fever takes control
Money is temptation

Money saves your soul
One thing I can tell you
Of this there is no doubt

The rich man needs his comfort
And the poor man does without
Everybody loves somebody

All around the world
But everybody knows
Its the rich man gets the girl

-chorus-
Look at all the little people
(cowering? ) from the rain

Standing at the bus stop
Dreaming bout spain
Here comes the rich man

Driving his car
When he was poor he was sure
He was gonna go far

-repeat chorus to fade-