Rich Kids Blues - Lykke Li

Bubble, bubble straight to my head

The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar

You’re bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed

When nobody can save me

Cause the smoke is my baby, baby

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways

Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues

And they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I’m not sure that I’m pulling through

Wire, wire over my head

Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy

And the sires, sires out of your bed

For delirious gestures are so easily misread

Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste

Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues

And they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I’m not sure that I’m pulling through

I got the rich kids blues

And they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I’m not sure that I’m pulling through

Mama, I got the rich kids blues

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways

Mama, I got the rich kids blues