Вершы: White Flag. Third Strike. Middle Class Hell.

I wanna be like Ace Frehley
Smash my Delorean into cars
And know that I?ve got so much cash
I?ll never end up behind bars
I?ve got my own phone in my room
A stupid thing I really hate
Because it always rings too loud
And wakes me up when I sleep late

I?ve got nice clothes that ought to be tailored
So that they would fit just right
So I can sit in my cube in the latest fashions
Without any money to go out at night
?

Middle class hell
It?s hard for you to tell
Middle class hell
I want it all and more
Middle class hell [x2]

Parents, they don?t understand
Their kids get what they can?t afford
Try and live beyond their means
They?re fooling themselves, and it makes me bored
Give us gifts that cost a lot
Then rub it in for ever more
I don?t care if you broke your back to get it
What else did you have kids for?

I get frustrated, man, I can?t work
I?m not happy and I won?t repent
I?m a malcontent, man, I want more
The kind of person that you resent
I wanna walk on Gucci, wear Yves St. Laraunt
I stole that line as you can tell
I need to climb that great big ladder
Cos I?m dying here in middle class

Middle class hell
It?s hard for you to tell
Middle class hell
I want it all and more
Middle class hell [x2]

I know what you?re thinking
Poor little rich kid, ain?t got it so bad
Well, let me tell you there?s more to living
Than sitting around with the latest fad
And suffering for the phony image
Of luxury, and high class style
Can?t you see, man, I?ve got nothing
You can?t judge poor by a factory smile

Middle class hell
It?s hard for you to tell
Middle class hell
I want it all and more
[x2]
Middle class hell [x4]