Few scandals on the streets of the financially down
For such stuff you go to the top end of town
Among the wealthy and famous the moral and honorable are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
Where the wealthy man is making love to his supposed to be wealthy friend's wife
In the leafy suburb this is part of every day life
The wealthy man of his wife's infidelities with his wealthy friend unaware
At the top end of town such things are not rare
The top end of town is far nearer to hell
Than the dimly lit streets where the poor people dwell
For far more honorable, moral and trustworthy people live there
In your town no different to anywhere
The people of the top end of town the gullible majority admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
That they are not true to honor with their admirers okay
That money speaks every language it does seem this way
Heaven is nearer to the financially down
Than to most of those who do live at the top end of town
Where the trustworthy, honest and honorable are few
And this is not saying anything that is new.
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