Текст песни Drums, The - 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 in the truck tied under each arm The same arms that 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
Слова и текст песни Drums, The - Rich kids принадлежит его авторам.

Добавить комментарий

Ваш e-mail не будет опубликован. Обязательные поля помечены *