Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Alienation's for the Rich

This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there

And I think I know who you are

I got to get a job

Got to get some pay

My son's gotta go to art school

He's leaving in three days

And the TV's in Esperanto*

You know that that's a bitch

But alienation's for the rich

And I'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey

Well I ain't feeling happy

About the state of things in my life

But I'm working to make it better

With a six of Miller High Life

Just drinking and a-driving

Making sure my dues get paid

Because alienation's for the rich

And I'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey

Well I ain't feeling happy

About the state of things in my life

But I'm working to make it better

With a six of Miller High Life

Just drinking and a-driving

Making sure my dues get paid

Because alienation's for the rich

And I'm feeling poorer every day

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey