I want the rich boy
I want the rich boy
But the rich boy, he doesn't want me
I like the pretty girls
I like the pretty girls
But the pretty girls, they don't like me

Adapt
Adapt
Adapt
Nobody wants to be left in their past
Adapt (adapt)
Adapt (adapt)
Adapt (adapt)
Adapt
Nobody wants to be told how to act,
Nobody wants to be held back
You could kill but
Just do what they ask

But I want the nice house
I want the nice house
But the nice houses don't cost too cheap
Well I want the best god
Yeah, I want the biggest god
But those gods are so hard to believe

Adapt
Adapt
Adapt
Somebody has to keep waving the flag
Adapt (adapt)
Adapt (adapt)
Adapt, adapt, adapt (adapt)
Somebody has to keep justice intact,
Somebody has to get stabbed in the back
It's for a good cause
Now do what they ask

I am a good boy
I am a good boy
I am a good boy
I am a good boy
I am a good boy