The Rich

The richest kid in the neighborhood
Got the stuff, but the money is a curse
You’re ridiculed for being weak, cause you’ve got every chance to succeed
I know you know what I mean
Is it easier when you can fail and no one will criticize everything?

And should tomorrow be the end?
No, don’t think like that, it’s wrong, it’s a sin

Sunday, the day of rest, the day of the devil
Cause we’ve got the time to hear each other whine
And the message is lost in the belief that I’m the holiest man alive
Everyone else is wrong in public, and I won’t ask what you think before you sleep
And there no such thing as a good Christian family

Tell me honest
Should tomorrow be the end?
Don’t think like that, it’s wrong, it’s a sin

I dream that God was made to keep us in line
Don’t touch the girls, don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t swear
Religion is the tool of dictators, small and large, to cause action by fear
Honestly, I’m sick of fear
Leave me alone, I’ll make religion my own

But I fear that I’m wrong
And I ask myself
Should tomorrow be the end?
No! Don’t think like that, it’s wrong, it’s a sin

And I’m the richest kid, I struggle to stay alive or make something die
I don’t want to be poor, but I’m tired of being rich
Cause everyone in middle-class America lives blind
In a screwed up world of no sacrifice

We don’t say it
But we think it
Should tomorrow be the end?
Don’t think like that
Don’t think like that
Don’t think like that