Trust Fund Lyrics

That's not what I said, that's not what it means

Always ends this way, tapped out party scene (The scene)

Changing of the guard, changing of your mind

Crush it in your hand, spoil it on the vine (Divine)

Whoa, that's the way it goes, selling out our souls for you

Mine the underground, boy bands in disguise

Cover me in studs, new-wave was a lie (Alive)

Whoa, that's the way it goes

Putting on a smile

Powdering my nose for you

Everyone in black, tattoos all around

Patches on your back, trust fund underground

Forty at the door, put it in the tank

Gotta get to fest, run back to the bank

Run back to the bank

Whoa, that's the way it ends

Buttering you up for them

For you?

For me