Rich Kids Blues Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bubble, bubble straight to my head
The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar
You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed
When nobody can save me
Cause the smoke is my baby, baby
[Pre-Hook]
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
[Hook]
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
[Verse 2]
Wire, wire over my head
Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
And the sires, sires outta your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily misread
[Pre-Hook]
Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
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[Hook]
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
[Outro]
Mama, I got the rich kids blues
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, I got the rich kids blues
