Rich Kids From Hutchie
Another rainy Glasgow day
And I'm stuck in this train
With the rich kids from Hutchie
Bound for work
With a heavy heart
And they're all mocking me
In uniforms so smart
Confident and cocky
With the world at their feet
I wonder if they pity
This man the world has beat?
Anger wells up inside
As high-pitched squeals
Pollute the air
So many lives unburdened
It just isn't fair
But this fury is really envy,
Mourning for a youth lost
I'd swap places in an instant
Even with the sullen goths
For there's no greater freedom
Than not knowing what's ahead
Memories of an office wall
Won't linger when you're dead
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