Im getting out of this   high-rise penthouse suite  where we pretend life's   rosy and sweet  I'm going back to the folks   that I used to know  Where everyone is what   they seem to be    And these high-class friends   that you like to hang around  When they look my way   they're always looking down  I'm tired of spending   every dime I make  to finance this way of life   I've learned to hate    (chorus)  I'm going back to a   better class of losers  This up-town living's   really got me down  I need friends who don't pay   their bills on home computers  and who 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    You say the grass is   greener on the other side  From where I stand   I can't see grass at all  And the concrete and the steel   won't change the way you feel  It takes more than caviar   to have a ball    (chorus)    You think it's disgraceful   that they drink three-dollar wine  But a better class of   losers suits me fine    these lyrics are submitted by |/|@GG0T 4 LYF3