Rich Kids Blues

Bubble, bubble straight to my head The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed When nobody can save me Cause the smoke is my baby, baby Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Why, oh why you're over my head Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And they 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 they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Mama, I got the rich kids blues Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kids blues --- Rich Kids Blues - Lykke Li