Rich Girl

When I asked about your forefathers

Were they murderers too?

You said it hadn't any bearing

Upon the likes of me and you

So we buried them turned back hide

And we kicked off all their heads

Funny little questions

That are left better never ever said

So I asked about your dead wife

Was she beautiful too?

Just a little bit warmer

Than the likes of me and you

Well I'm no F. Scott Fitzgerald

But I know a champagne birth

So was she light or heavy headed

When she delivered you your worth?

I asked if you were lonely

You said it didn't matter

These are old emotions

We need to bury them, leave them

Move on to something new

We need to bury them and leave them

Like I'm leaving you

So how the fuck can everybody happy

Writing songs about shit?

Well I know I'm not supposed to be serious about it

But I'm serious about it

But I don't wanna find no back door

And I don't wanna feel no buffer zone

And if this stuff comes better when I'm on my own

Then I'll make it so I'm on my own

You asked me if I'm lonely

But I guess it doesn't matter

It's an old emotion

I need to bury them and leave them home

If I'm not so romantic here

Then I go

You're the first sign of vanity

Then I tremble at the sight of you

And all the things imported by me

Are all the things that petrify you

So you bury them, leave them

And I dig them up anew

I only asked if you were lonely

And you said it didn't matter

These are old emotions

We need to bury them and leave them

Move on to something new

We need to bury them and leave them

The little bodies in the backyard

We need to bury them and leave them

Like I'm leaving you