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