| I need to find somebody who can tear me away
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| From the car crying babies and switchblade days
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| The bark of the unemployment hounds
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| And the thought of the thick, white skull on the ground
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| I won’t die in the bony arms of the state
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| To be laid to rest in the wake of the faded town
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| And if the raincoats come to steal my home
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| There’s a big white house at the end of the road
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| I can see you wrapped in Egyptian thread
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| In a marble garden, immune to the mess
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| If you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud
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| We could finally make your father proud
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| If I leave this world in a loaded daze
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| I can finally have and eat my cake
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| I want to die like a rich boy diving
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| In a hydrocodone dream
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| And you can die like a rich girl by me
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| Oh how the magazines will grieve
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| I’ll die like a rich boy, bathing
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| In a milk bath I could drown
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| I wanna die like a rich boy, even if we’re
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| As poor as we are now
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| I wanna die like a rich boy, drowning
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| In a lake that bears my name
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| And you can die like a rich girl by me
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| Flushed and radiant with fame
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| I wanna lie in state on the TV
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| In a golden cardboard crown
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| I wanna die like a rich boy even if we’re
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| As poor as we are now
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| Well I found you now so tear me away
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| From the feral street they lumped us in
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| I’ll be Shakespeare’s moonstruck king
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| We can lose our minds at the top of the hill
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| We burn cash and carry a decadent flame
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| Way into the night and beyond the grave |