Name that tune:
well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school
never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool.
with a credit card and your good name
you were drawn like a moth to a flame
to the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
well you find your self naked in the world with no place to hide
and you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died
now you're rebels that have got no cause
lord, you're tigers that have got no claws
well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
Peace
