The Methadones - Poor Little Rich Girl lyrics
[The Methadones - Poor Little Rich Girl lyrics]
Stepping off of the Blue Line
I revert back to a time
She would stand by the bus terminal
Asking for change, reading leftist literature
From the North Shore out to the West Side
Searching for herself but not on her own dime
Dressed in rags from a resale outlet
Living in a dump she would learn to forget
Thought that she would save the world
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
An art school dropout
Won't fall in, won't fall out
Not what she is about no way
She was a poor little rich
Girl in a rebel phase
She had a fanzine and a band
But couldn't write or play guitar
Had big ideas that went up in smoke
On vanity she would choke
It's a story of an alternative lifestyle
Fit's quite nice in the "Where
Are they now?" file sleeping in squats while
Scratching her scabies
It must be nice to be a trust fund baby
Thought that she would save the world
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
With her parents' blessing and a blank check
Just so she was out of their way
She was a poor little rich
Girl in a rebel phase
Taking aim on her conservative father
A corporate lawyer that didn't
Wanna be bothered
But she ended up just like Mom and Dad
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
In a rebel phase
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I revert back to a time
She would stand by the bus terminal
Asking for change, reading leftist literature
From the North Shore out to the West Side
Searching for herself but not on her own dime
Dressed in rags from a resale outlet
Living in a dump she would learn to forget
Thought that she would save the world
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
An art school dropout
Won't fall in, won't fall out
Not what she is about no way
She was a poor little rich
Girl in a rebel phase
She had a fanzine and a band
But couldn't write or play guitar
Had big ideas that went up in smoke
On vanity she would choke
It's a story of an alternative lifestyle
Fit's quite nice in the "Where
Are they now?" file sleeping in squats while
Scratching her scabies
It must be nice to be a trust fund baby
Thought that she would save the world
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
With her parents' blessing and a blank check
Just so she was out of their way
She was a poor little rich
Girl in a rebel phase
Taking aim on her conservative father
A corporate lawyer that didn't
Wanna be bothered
But she ended up just like Mom and Dad
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
In a rebel phase
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh