Rich Kids

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