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I wanna be like Ace Frehley Smash my Delorean into cars And know that I've got so much cash I'll never end up behind bars I've got my own phone in my room A stupid thing I really hate Because it always rings too loud And wakes me up when I sleep late I've got nice clothes that ought to be tailored So that they would fit just right So I can sit in my cube in the latest fashions Without any money to go out at night ? Middle class hell It's hard for you to tell Middle class hell I want it all and more Middle class hell [x2] Parents, they don't understand Their kids get what they can't afford Try and live beyond their means They're fooling themselves, and it makes me bored Give us gifts that cost a lot Letras de cancionesThen rub it in for ever more I don't care if you broke your back to get it What else did you have kids for? I get frustrated, man, I can't work I'm not happy and I won't repent I'm a malcontent, man, I want more The kind of person that you resent I wanna walk on Gucci, wear Yves St. Laraunt I stole that line as you can tell I need to climb that great big ladder Cos I'm dying here in middle class Middle class hell It's hard for you to tell Middle class hell I want it all and more Middle class hell [x2] I know what you're thinking Poor little rich kid, ain't got it so bad Well, let me tell you there's more to living Than sitting around with the latest fad And suffering for the phony image Of luxury, and high class style Can't you see, man, I've got nothing You can't judge poor by a factory smile Middle class hell It's hard for you to tell Middle class hell I want it all and more [x2] Middle class hell [x4] From Letras Mania