Kiss and kill your boyfriend
And all rich ones, too
Rich kids of the world unite
Dime on the bleachers
Head says not that far away
Bu the only way up is down
And I keep falling
Flip it again, but the answer
Hasnt spared its change
Doesnt matter how much time
Youll never forget that forgettings required
Served on a platter of fakes
Its inevitable
Were proud to be pricks
Were proud to be assholes
Picking up the pieces one by one
Dont let it ride
Answer, someone, anyone
Wont you pick up the pieces
You left behind?