Poor boy You played it cool with the rich boys You messed around with their rich toys You tried so hard to play it smooth
The page turned to the chapter with the best line You thought the book was never-ending You thought you'd get to drink their wine
Sister came down from Watertown with the message: ''Your twisted head is getting messed with I can see it in your eyes Left out You couldn't wait to be bought out So you went ahead and sold out With your twenty-dollar lies''
And she said, ''Don't forget, sister You should always be true You come from a good home I won't forget you''
Drowning in a city filled with blue blood Can't you see your blood is thicker? You don't need that fancy car
Locked up in the middle of a sick dream So give up your fascination And remember who you are So don't forget, sister You should always be true You come from a good home I won't forget you
Burned out like a candle that had gone out Getting asked a lot of questions But my answers are all wrong
I need you Give tomorrow to be with you Show me where I need to run to But the truth is that you're gone
So don't forget, sister You should always be true You come from a good home I won't forget you
No, I won't forget, sister I'll always be true 'Cause we came from a good home And I won't forget you
Sister, take me away with you Sister, take me away with you Sister, take me away with you Sister, take me away with you