Cifra de Rich Kids - Adam Green
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C A7
You know I love to make a connection,
I love to conspire and steal.
And you know I love to write good rock songs, honey
Dm G
That's all good and real.
I was born, and I cried,
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
And so slow,
But I could get used to this.
I used to be friends with rich kids,
But all they talked about was me,
'Cause I was looking for a date on the corner,
Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze.
And I'll bake on a cloud,
I'll spare the very strength to look down, in case
You're in tow,
But I could get used to this.
I finally grew a leg in Thailand,
Marauding on a typhus flu,
'Cause I was stirring up a phase in Nashville,
Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do.
I was born, and I cried,
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
And so slow,
But I could get used to this.
C Em
Dog faced flies would kill to survive,
F C
Hydrogen tigers, too.
When you're in doubt, simply even it out,
Now what does that say about you?
I was lying by a sunny window,
Fawning on a stormy sea.
I was calling you to find some codeines,
Here's hoping you know what I mean.
I was born, and I cried,
I lived the dirty life and I died on fire,
And so slow,
But I could get used to this.