Middle Class Hell

I wanna be like Ace Frehley

Smash my Delorean into cars

And know that I've got so much cash

I'll never end up behind bars

I've got my own phone in my room

A stupid thing I really hate

Because it always rings too loud

And wakes me up when I sleep late

I've got nice clothes that ought to be tailored

So that they would fit just right

So I can sit in my cube in the latest fashions

Without any money to go out at night

?

Middle class hell

It's hard for you to tell

Middle class hell

I want it all and more

Middle class hell [x2]

Parents, they don't understand

Their kids get what they can't afford

Try and live beyond their means

They're fooling themselves, and it makes me bored

Give us gifts that cost a lot

Then rub it in for ever more

I don't care if you broke your back to get it

What else did you have kids for?

I get frustrated, man, I can't work

I'm not happy and I won't repent

I'm a malcontent, man, I want more

The kind of person that you resent

I wanna walk on Gucci, wear Yves St. Laraunt

I stole that line as you can tell

I need to climb that great big ladder

Cos I'm dying here in middle class

Middle class hell

It's hard for you to tell

Middle class hell

I want it all and more

Middle class hell [x2]

I know what you're thinking

Poor little rich kid, ain't got it so bad

Well, let me tell you there's more to living

Than sitting around with the latest fad

And suffering for the phony image

Of luxury, and high class style

Can't you see, man, I've got nothing

You can't judge poor by a factory smile

Middle class hell

It's hard for you to tell

Middle class hell

I want it all and more

[x2]

Middle class hell [x4]