Текст песни
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, i got the rich kids blues
I believe in the liar, when nobody can save me
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, you re bringin trouble
I got your wild-eyed ways, i got the rich kids blues, i believe in the liar
i got your wild-eyed taste
There s nothing you can do or say, you re bringin trouble, and they got nothing to do with you
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, and the sires, i believe in the liar
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, there s nothing you can do or say, i got your wild-eyed taste
and i m not sure that i m pulling through
And they got nothing to do with you, i got the rich kids blues, and they got nothing to do with you
And the sires, for delirious gestures are so easily misread
bubble straight to my head
I got the rich kids blues, there s nothing you can do or say Kids, when nobody can save me
I believe in the liar, i got the rich kids blues, i got your wild-eyed ways
I got the rich kids blues, i got your wild-eyed taste
Cause the smoke is my baby, i got the rich kids blues Kids, there s nothing you can do or say
There s nothing you can do or say, there s nothing you can do or say, i got the rich kids blues
I got your wild-eyed ways, for delirious gestures are so easily misread
And they got nothing to do with you, there s nothing you can do or say, there s nothing you can do or say
and they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues, i got the rich kids blues, you re bringin trouble
Bubble straight to my head, and they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues, i got the rich kids blues
For delirious gestures are so easily misread, i got the rich kids blues
cause the smoke is my baby
And they got nothing to do with you, and i m not sure that i m pulling through, i got your wild-eyed ways
i got the rich kids blues
For delirious gestures are so easily misread, sires out of your bed Rich, i got the rich kids blues
and they got nothing to do with you
and i m not sure that i m pulling through
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, i got the rich kids blues
I got your wild-eyed ways, and i m not sure that i m pulling through
I got the rich kids blues, and they got nothing to do with you
and i m not sure that i m pulling through
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, and i m not sure that i m pulling through
And i m not sure that i m pulling through, when nobody can save me
I got your wild-eyed ways, sires out of your bed
Trouble back in my bed, i got your wild-eyed ways
Bubble straight to my head, i got the rich kids blues, there s nothing you can do or say