Rich Kids

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 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