The Drums - Abysmal Thoughts Rich Kids

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i found a boy with a rusty car
he smokes a regional cigarette
factory workin
factory looking
factory kissing
factory doing
lost my keys in a parking lot
stumbled on the boy with a bad haircut
factory workin
factory looking
factory kissing
factory doing


Rich kids you make me sick kids
a bunch of dick heads
Rich kid you dont give two shits
you make me slit wrists

catch him with a truck tire under each arm
the same arms are huggin me through the night
factory workin
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 workin
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