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, Marauding 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. Dog faced flies would kill to survive, Hydrogen tigers, too. When you're 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 life and I died on fire, And so slow, But I could get used to this.