Poor Little Rich Girl - The Methadones

Stepping off the blue line I revert back to the time

She would stand by the bus terminal

Asking for change reading leftist literature

From the north shore out to the west side

Searching for herself but now on her own dime

Dressed in rags from a resale outlet

Living in a dump she would learn to forget

Thought that she would save the world

A spoiled rotten little girl

An art school dropout/won't fall in-won't fall out

Its not what she’s about-no way!

She was a poor little rich girl in a rebel phase

She had a fanzine and a band

But couldn’t write or play guitar

Had big ideas that went up in smoke

On vanity she would choke

It’s a story of an alternative lifestyle

That fits quite nice in the «where are they now?»

file

Sleeping in squats while scratching her scabies

It must be nice to be a trust fund baby

Thought that she would save the world

A spoiled rotten little girl

With her parents blessing and a blank check

Just so she’s was out of their way

She was a poor little rich girl in a rebel phase

Taking aim on her conservative father

A corporate lawyer that didn’t want to be bothered

Poor little rich girl in a rebel phase