G C G I'm getting' out of this high-rise penthouse suite, D Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet. G C I'm going back to the folks that I used to know, D Where everyone is they seem to be. Verse: G C G And these high class friends that you like to hang a round, D When they look my way they're always looking down. G C G And I'm tired of you spendin' every dime I make D G To finance this way of life I've learned to hate.
Chorus: C G I'm goin' back to a better class of losers D This uptown livin's really got me down. G C G I need friends who don't pay their bills on home com puters, A A7 D D7 And the buy their coffee beans already ground C G C You think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine, G D G But a better class of loser suits me fine. G C G You said the grass was greener on the other side, D But from where I stand I can't see grass at all. G C G And the concrete and the steel, they'll change the way you feel, D G And it takes more than cavi ar to have a ball???CHORUS
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