| Song | rich people die unhappy |
| Artist | Butch Walker |
| Album | The Rise and Fall of... Butch Walker and The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites |
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| 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 |