Livin' The High Life
© 2001 M.C. Selfridge

Born in a tiny white bread town
Burdened with a big big name
Daddy counted money while
Momma shined her crown
A child of local pain
High hedges and bolted doors
Iron gate around the green
He'd hear the other boys laughin' in the park
Through the window of the limosine

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Livin' the high life, livin' the low life
Tied to his pedigree
Livin' the good life, livin' the bad life
Longin' to be free

Daddy filled his pockets with brand new bills
And made him a company man
Momma found a way to run away with pills
'Cause Daddy didn't give a damn
Cold eyes and family names
His only friend was the booze
He was a good boy about to go bad
A winner about to lose.
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All the debutants in their slick boufonts
Paraded to be his girl
Catty and sly and good with a lie
Seeking to win the pearl
Big merger, a marriage made
He asked for help from above
He could have it all with the wave of his hand
Everything but love
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He married a girl of Biltmore fame
Said she married him for his eyes
They had one child who bared his name
And a mansion full of lies
Days would come and days would go
And he knew all the while
His son would have it all with the wave of his hand
Love in the blue blood style
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