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 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