Rich Kids Lyrics - The Drums

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 

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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 with a truck under each arm 

The same arms 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 

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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