Im gettin out of this highrise penthouse sweat (spell check)
where we pretend lifes rosey and sweet
Goin back to the folks that I used to know
where everyone is what they seem to be
And these highclass friends that you like to hang around
when they look my way their always lookin 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 goin back to a better class of losers
This uptown livins really got me down
I need friends who dont pay thier bills on home computers
and they buy thier coffee beans already ground
You think its disgraceful that they drink three dollar wi-i-ine
But a better class of loser suits me fine
(Second verse)
