Rich Kids

Adam Green

Tom: C
     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. 
 

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