Sleeping With The Enemy - Apoc

Lampin' poolside at The Tropicana

Picture me like this;

sex ‘n glamour

Picture me lifeless;

death by camera

Sittin' by her highness, gotta check my manners

I can barely bear this pretty little heiress

Peepin' what I’m wearin', I think that she’s embarrassed

Well, fuck you!

Matter fact, just did

Now ya wanna show me how your fellow upper crust live

‘N that’s cool, I can see it’s straight opulence

It’s clear nobody here got any fear of any consequence

It’s clear nobody here knows what a real problem is

I ask you for a beer ‘n then shower you with compliments

A kept man, you bet man!

I reckon

She could call my name ‘n I would be there in a second

‘N that’s sad, but it pays the phone bill

I can act a fool, she’ll take me home still

I think she thinks I think she’s slummin' it

I drink, she drinks, we drink, she’s lovin' it

I think she thinks I think too much ‘n it’s

A shame that this dame still thinks republican

Little lady likes to call herself an actress

Prances ‘round the party ‘n bats her lashes

Dancin' like a harlot in the latest fashions

But she ain’t ever act when her back’s on the mattress

Matter fact, she ain’t act, she just like to pretend

So she got something to say when she out with her friends

Most of which don’t give a shit, cuz they just after her ends

Too much time on her hands, too much money to spend

Got a different pill for every doctor she sees

I guess that being wealthy is a social disease

What she blows up her nose’d make a poor man sneeze

Daddy didn’t discipline, she do what she please

Mommy made a mistake, now miss makes many

Miss don’t make money, but she shells out plenty

Spoiled little plutocrat who can act reckless

But boy bit his lip cuz the chick bought him breakfast

‘N if this is as good as it gets than I’m gone

Send a check to the next cheap jet that I’m on

Got a debt that she’ll never collect before dawn

No regrets, let’s just let conclusions get drawn

A sad sort, I’m passed bored, I asked for it

If this is class war than I’m sleeping with the enemy

I’m back for it, a cash whore, don’t act sore

If this is class war than I’m sleeping with the enemy