Butch Walker şarkı sözleri
"Rich People Die Unhappy"He looks up at her to find she staring backAt fingerless gloves, with fingernails blackThere's a permanent frownThat's etched in her skinDesigner bag fat, her figure is thinHe says hi to her, she nothing to himShe's scared of the outside,She's boxed herself inTo a world full of judgmentAnd callous routineShe forgets where she's from,He knows where he's beenRich people die unhappyThat's what daddy saidBut i never believed himWhile drunk in the headWith our television dinnersAnd a broken t.v. setMoney makes you happy i betHe goes to be famous, a house in the hillsVery little free time, whole lotta pillsThat nail polish spread to aFranchise of bandsAs fake as the X's sharpied on their handsHe was bitter as the smellOf a magazine reviewBut he had all the carsAnd the pools and the viewAnd as a bum tries to stop himFor a 5 or a 10He forgets where he's from,He forgets where he's been
