Rich Kids

You know I love to make a connection

I love to conspire and steal

and you know I love to write good rock songs, honey

That's all good and real

I was born and I cried

I lived the dirty life and i died

On fire and so slow

But I could get used to this

I used to be friends with rich kids

But all they talked about was me

'Cause I was looking for a date on the corner

Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze

and I'll bake on a cloud

I'll spare the very strength to look down

In case you're in tow

But I could get used to this

I finally grew a leg in Thailand

Marotting on a typhus flu

'Cause i was stirring up a phase in Nashville

Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do

I was born and I cried

I lived the dirty life and i died

On fire and so slow

But I could get used to this

Dark faced flies

Would kill to survive

Hydrogen tigers too

When your in doubt simply even it out

Now, what does that say about you?

I was lying by a sunny window

Fawning on a stormy sea

I was calling you to find some codeines

Here's hoping you know what I mean

I was born and I cried

I lived the dirty live and I died on fire

And so slow

But I could get used to this