• Song:

    Rich Kids

  • Artist:

    Adam Green

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C5                        A5
You know I love to make a connection, 
   D5                    G5
I love to conspire and steal.
         C5                         A5
And you know I love to write good rock songs, honey
 D5                  G5
That's all good and real.
        C5           A5
I was born, and I cried,
    D5            Ab5         G5   F5   C5
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A5
And so slow,
    D5                   G5
But I could get used to this.

    C5                     A5
I used to be friends with rich kids,
    D5                        G5
But all they talked about was me,
             C5                         A5
'Cause I was looking for a date on the corner,
       D5                      G5
Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze.
          C5          A5
And I'll bake on a cloud,
      D5              Ab5             G5    F5   C5
I'll spare the very strength to look down, in case
          A5
You're in tow,
    D5                   G5
But I could get used to this.

   C5                     A5
I finally grew a leg in Thailand,
  D5                  G5
Marauding on a typhus flu,
              C5                       A5
'Cause I was stirring up a phase in Nashville,
           D5                             G5
Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do.
        C5           A5
I was born, and I cried,
    D5            Ab5         G5   F5   C5
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A5
And so slow,
    D5                   G5
But I could get used to this.


C5                     E5
Dog faced flies would kill to survive,
 F5                C5
Hydrogen tigers, too.
  C5                           E5
When you're in doubt, simply even it out,
     F5                        G5
Now what does that say about you?

       C5                A5
I was lying by a sunny window,
  D5                 G5
Fawning on a stormy sea.
        C5                       A5
I was calling you to find some codeines,
        D5                     G5
Here's hoping you know what I mean.
        C5           A5
I was born, and I cried,
    D5            Ab5         G5   F5   C5
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
         A5
And so slow,
    D5                   G5
But I could get used to this.



Lovely.
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