Intro: Spoken ( This song is dedicated to all you modern day troubadors out there. And I think I know who you are. ) Verse:G I gotta get a job I got to get some payC My son's gotta go to art school, he's leaving in three daysG And the TV is in Esperanto. you know that that's a bitchAm C D But alienation's for the rich and I'm feelin' poorer every dayG a hey hey hey (Instrumental; play G and lead in to last verse on an E chord) Chorus 2x:A I ain't feeling happy about the state of things in my lifeD But I'm working to make it better with a six of Miller High-LifeA Just drinking and a-drivin', makin' sure my dues get paidBm D E A Because alienation's for the rich and I'm feelin' poorer every dayG a hey hey hey Outro:G G G a hey hey hey a hey hey hey a hey hey hey Ah hahahahah!!!!!
Alienations For The Rich
They Might Be Giants
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