Payday - Yard Act

Lyrics by：James Smith/Ryan Needham/Sam Shjipstone

Composed by：James Smith/Ryan Needham/Sam Shjipstone

What constitutes a ghetto

Huh

Is it growing your own lettuces in the potholes on the road

Do the locals have to eat them all if they don't sell 'em

I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul

What constitutes a ghetto fetish

Eh

Is it growing your own lettuces but not filling in the potholes

The local council will be getting an earful believe me

I call their lugholes concrete bollards to the soul

We all make the same sound when we get mowed down

And there are starving children in Africa so go send your toy guns to Bosnia

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money

Take the money and treat your husband right

What constitutes real change

Huh

Are we even vaguely aware of when we'll terminate the muse

If all offers are final then how is it even possible

For you to be both flush and completely principled

Yeah well I didn't do any of it for you

I did it for the little boys and girls

Pulling lettuce from the potholes hosing off the engine oil

Wax apples at Christmas next year they're sniffing glue

All of a sudden I was blinded by a powerful light

Whoo

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money take the money and run

Take the money take the money

Take the money and treat your mother right

Take take take

Take it

Take

Just take it put it in your pocket

Take take

I won't tell anyone

Take the money ay take the money oh

Take the money just treat treat treat yourself

Take the money take it take it go on

Take it take take take take take take take

Take the money ay take the money oh

Take the money and treat your mother right

Take the money oi take the money yeah

Take the money and treat your mother right