Self assured she strikes a pose, a deadly silhouette
Sits behind a cloud of smoke and lights a cigarette
A smoky cabaret with nights of sin and no regret
Lights go down, spotlight, now cue the quartet

I look around the room, sterilize the nagging noose
Elegantly dressed, human trash in baby blue
We’re taken to the floor and dancing to the lovely tunes
Tip your top hot, raise your glass, cause here’s to you

Poor me, poor you, we can’t afford the life we choose
Big dreams, small shoes, got nothing else left to lose
Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you
Poor me, poor you, the darks side of the silver spoon

The men in suits gather round a secret rendezvous
Taking off their rings, their finger sings a different tune
A velvet curtain hide the sound of guilt in secret rooms
Unfaithful night, housewife she can smell the perfume

Poor me, poor you, we can’t afford the life we choose
Big dreams, small shoes, got nothing else left to lose
Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you
Poor me, poor you, the darks side of the silver spoon

Oh all of our suits, are ripped up and used
They’ll never fit the same way again
Oh all the lawsuits, they take all my loot
They’ll never get it back again

Tell me the truth, when did the drugs start doing you?

Poor me, poor you, maybe one more drink or two
Big dreams, small shoes, got nothing else left to lose
Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you
Poor me, poor you, the dark side of the silver spoon
The dark side of the silver spoon