RICH BOY BLUES
RICH BOY BLUES
I listen to the rich, as they bitch and cry
They worry that the economy will leave them broke and dry
They have been spoiled through-out thier time
Lifting thier noses at those of us, who ask to spare a dime
Unable to cope with being broke, they put thier neck in a noose
Thier legs shake, thier necks brake, thier problems are gone
No more stress, now they can rest,
And finally move on.
CHRIOS
2009
I listen to the rich, as they bitch and cry
They worry that the economy will leave them broke and dry
They have been spoiled through-out thier time
Lifting thier noses at those of us, who ask to spare a dime
Unable to cope with being broke, they put thier neck in a noose
Thier legs shake, thier necks brake, thier problems are gone
No more stress, now they can rest,
And finally move on.
CHRIOS
2009
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