Behind the wall

The coffee shops stand by the canal Beautiful scenery and in flannels All spruced up to put on the show How wealthy they are we don't need to know Behind the wall is a back street ginnel With bins and rubish and people making a nickel Some even sleep along this dark dank place Hiding away from the human race But those on the wealthy side do not see The man off huts **** on extacy Those behind the wall can but imagine What it would be like in that fashion They can just make ends meet But on suburbia side its a place to eat meat Have fine wines and no worries at all Oblivious of those behind the wall