Rich Kids Blues

Mama, I got your white lie ways

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say



I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through



Why you, why you over my head?

Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy

And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed

And the delirious gestures are so easily misread



Mama, got your white lie taste

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say



I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

I got the rich kid's blues



Mama, got your white lie ways

Mama, got the rich kid's blues