rich kids

The Drums

Rich kids, you make me sick kids
A bunch of dickheads
Rich kids, you don t give two shits
You make me slit wrists

I found a boy with a rusty car
He smokes a regional cigarette
Factory working
Factory looking
Factory kissing
Factory doing
Lost my keys in a parking lot
Stumbled on the boy with a bad haircut
Factory working
Factory looking
Factory kissing
Factory doing

Rich kids, you make me sick kids
A bunch of dickheads
Rich kids, you don t give two shits
You make me slit wrists

Catch him with a truck tire under each arm
The same arms hugging me through the night
Factory working
Factory looking
Factory kissing
Factory doing
I like to drink orange juice then give him the glass
He happily washes it then kicks my ass
Factory working
Factory looking
Factory kissing
Factory doing

When I see him smile every once in a while
Every once in a while
His father will never know him
And his mother thinks she loves him
The rich kids say he s nothing
But they ve got nothing on him
They ve got nothing on him
They ve got nothing on him

Rich kids, you make me sick kids
A bunch of dickheads
Rich kids, you don t give two shits
You make me slit wrists