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BUTCH WALKER lyrics : "Rich People Die Unhappy"

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

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