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Matthew Sidney Parsons
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Lyrics
Don't go acting all high class
Everybody here's white trash
And there ain't no getting a raise
Worth trading away what we have
And hanging out with them city boys
Don't make your daddy less unemployed
You best make a decision
The way that it is ain't so bad
It's every three cents they take
From every damn dime we make
And still you believe you will receive if you ask
You won't catching me moving up to Detroit
For another rich man to exploit
It might be living the dream
But it seems like it's fading fast
Being middle class
You talk about all the good times
Living under that poverty line
But now you're getting above it
And hoping the loving will last
I'll let you in on one little thing
I ain't buying no diamond ring
Well, I hate to shatter your dream
But who needs a dream made of glass
It's every three cents they take
From every damn dime we make
And still you believe you will receive if you ask
You won't catching me moving up to Detroit
For another rich man to exploit
It might be living the dream
But it seems like it's fading fast
Being middle class
I know you don't like living here
But then again what's the big idea
You think you're gonna move to the city
And live off of pitiful stares
I hate to break it to you, little girl
But wealthy people run the whole damn world
And the only way to get out of the debt
Is to make them forget that you're there
It's every three cents they take
From every damn dime we make
And still you believe you will receive if you ask
You won't catching me moving up to Detroit
Just another good old boy to exploit
It might be living the dream
But it seems like it's fading fast
Being middle class
Written by: Matthew Sidney Parsons
