Rich Kids Blues

[Verse 1]
Bubble, bubble straight to my head
The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar
Bringin' trouble, trouble back to my bed
Where nobody can save me
'Cause the smoke is my baby, baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

[Chorus]
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

[Verse 2]
Wire, wire over my head
Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
And the sires, sires outta your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily misread

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

[Chorus]
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
I got the rich kids blues
And it got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

[Outro]
Mama, I got the rich kids blues

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways

Mama, I got the rich kids blues