Testo di Rich Kids Blues

Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where 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 it's got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through Why, oh, why you're over my head Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed For delirious gestures are so easily restrained Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And it's got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through I got the rich kids blues And it's got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through Mama, I got the rich kids blues Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kids blues