Lyrics Poor Little Rich Girl - The Methadones

Poor Little Rich Girl

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