I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite
Where we pretend life is rosy and sweet
Going back to the folks that I used to know
Where everyone is what they seem to be-
verse 2
And these high class friends that you like to hang around
When they look my way there always looking down
And I'm tired of you spending every dime I make
To finance this way of life I've learned to hate
I'm going back to a better class of loser
This uptown living really got me down
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
and they buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine
but a better class of losers suits me fine
verse 3
You said the grass is greener on the other side
but from where I stand I can't see grass at all
And the concrete and the steal won?t change the way you feel
It takes more than caviar to have a ball
I'm going back to a better class of loser
This uptown living really got me down
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
and they buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine
but a better class of losers suits me fine
but a better class of losers just suits me fine