Lirieke: Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Fever To Tell. Rich.

I'm Rich
like a hot noise
Rich, rich, rich
I'll take you out boy
so stuck up
wish you'd stick in to me
flesh ripped off
raaaawr

turnin it beatin no beat
the walls are always speakin
no want no want no want no speakin at all

she slipped down a rot drink unzipped she doesn't exsist
so unloved
i took'em standin up
so stuck up
rawr

I'm Rich...