歌曲 | rich people die unhappy |
歌手 | Butch Walker |
专辑 | The Rise and Fall of... Butch Walker and The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Walker | |
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 |
zuo qu : Walker | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Walker | |
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 |