Poor Little Rich Girl by The Methadones Lyrics

Stepping off of the Blue Line
I revert back to a 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 not 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
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
An art school dropout
Won't fall in, won't fall out
Not what she is 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
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
(Thought that she would save)
A spoiled rotten little girl
With her parents' blessing and a blank check
Just so she 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 wanna be bothered

[Spoken]
But she ended up just like Mom and Dad

Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl

Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
Little rich girl in a rebel phase
In a rebel phase

Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh