Poor boy
You played it cool with the rich boys
You messed around with their rich toys
You tried so hard to play it smooth
The page turned to the chapter with the best line
You thought the book was never-ending
You thought you'd get to drink their wine
Sister came down from Watertown with the message:
"Your twisted head is getting messed with
I can see it in your eyes
Left out
You couldn't wait to be bought out
So you went ahead and sold out
With your twenty-dollar lies"
And she said,
"Don't forget, sister
You should always be true
You come from a good home
I won't forget you"
Drowning in a city filled with blue blood
Can't you see your blood is thicker?
You don't need that fancy car
Locked up in the middle of a sick dream
So give up your fascination
And remember who you are
So don't forget, sister
You should always be true
You come from a good home
I won't forget you
Burned out like a candle that had gone out
Getting asked a lot of questions
But my answers are all wrong
I need you
Give tomorrow to be with you
Show me where I need to run to
But the truth is that you're gone
So don't forget, sister
You should always be true
You come from a good home
I won't forget you
No, I won't forget, sister
I'll always be true
'Cause we came from a good home
And I won't forget you
Sister, take me away with you
Sister, take me away with you
Sister, take me away with you
Sister, take me away with you