rich kids you make me sick kids a bunch of dickheads rich kids you don t give two shits you make me slit wrists i found a boy with a rusty car he smokes a regional cigarette factory working factory looking factory kissing factory doing lost my keys in a parking lot stumbled on the boy with a bad haircut factory working factory looking factory kissing factory doing rich kids you make me sick kids a bunch of dickheads rich kids you don t give two shits you make me slit wrists catch him with a truck tire under each arm the same arms hugging me through the night factory working factory looking factory kissing factory doing i like to drink orange juice then give him the glass he happily washes it then kicks my ass factory working factory looking factory kissing factory doing when i see him smile every once in a while every once in a while his father will never know him and his mother thinks she loves him the rich kids say he s nothing but they ve got nothing on him they ve got nothing on him they ve got nothing on him  rich kids you make me sick kids a bunch of dickheads rich kids you don t give two shits you make me slit wrists