rich kids blues

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

mama

i got your wild-eyed ways

mama

there's nothing you can do or say

i got the rich kids blues

and they got nothing to do with you

i got the rich kids blues

and i'm not sure that i'm pulling through

why

oh why you're over my head

mama

she told me

keep your eyes on the trophy"