You say I have to get a real life
But I'm not sure how that in making
Someone or other rich
Is any more real than making
A niche for yourself

Well I'm without a zack, a truth
A coin, a kopeck
Or an elusive brass razoo
But my dear rationalist
Don't dream I couldn't care
I too grow quickly bored
Of the clothes I wear, so maybe

I should go and get a real life
Real like cutting a fine figure
Or scraping a deposit together
For it, heaven forbid
Just suppose I cannot live
On taxes and goodwill forever

But how is it
That the problem just doesn't seem to press
While my fingers are themselves
Pressing hard against the neck

I was sure that I suffered
And worked as hard
As anyone I knew
Well it seems I haven't
I better damn well fix it and
Make it look every inch as though I do
But still

I'll have to go and get a real life
And I've no doubt that it will happen
Maybe I've put it off for too long now
Gonna see if I can't get something better than a...

Maybe I'm amidst of a real life
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Making The Nouveau Riche Lyrics

Blueline Medic – Making The Nouveau Riche Lyrics