Intro: verse 1 I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life is rosy and sweet Going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seem to be- verse 2 And these high class friends that you like to hang around When they look my way there always looking down And I'm tired of you spending every dime I make To finance this way of life I've learned to hate I'm going back to a better class of loser This uptown living really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers and they buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine but a better class of losers suits me fine verse 3 You said the grass is greener on the other side but from where I stand I can't see grass at all And the concrete and the steal won?t change the way you feel It takes more than caviar to have a ball I'm going back to a better class of loser This uptown living really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers and they buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine but a better class of losers suits me fine but a better class of losers just suits me fine