Rich Kids - Adam Green

You know I love to make a connection

I love to conspire in steel

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 live 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 beg on a club

I spear the very strengh to look down

In case your into

But I could get used to this

(whistle)

I find I grew a leg in Thailand

Marotting on a Tiflis flu

Cause i was stering up the face in Nashville

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

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

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

Forning on a stormy sea

I was calling you to find some codeans

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