Rich People Die Unhappy Lyrics

He looks up at her to find she staring back
At fingerless gloves, with fingernails black
There`s a permanent frown
That`s etched in her skin
Designer bag fat, her figure is thin
He says hi to her, she nothing to him
She`s scared of the outside,
She`s boxed herself in
To a world full of judgment
And callous routine
She forgets where she`s from,
He knows where he`s been
Rich people die unhappy
That`s what daddy said
But i never believed him
While drunk in the head
With our television dinners
And a broken t.v. set
Money makes you happy i bet
He goes to be famous, a house in the hills
Very little free time, whole lotta pills
That nail polish spread to a
Franchise of bands
As fake as the X`s sharpied on their hands
He was bitter as the smell
Of a magazine review
But he had all the cars
And the pools and the view
And as a bum tries to stop him
For a 5 or a 10
He forgets where he`s from,
He forgets where he`s been