The Upper Classes

Some of the clothes you stole

from your lovers home

Make you glow in the dark -

make you light up

The room on your own

Formative years were a drag

but we passed the time somehow

I磎 in a cahoots with the

upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund

She can touch I'll she's twenty one

Amazing the cruel hand of fate

A tax loss against the state

You had to move three times this year

I rather be any where but there

The champagne highs and the giddy

lights

Are paradise

House guest is here

can believe that the vanishing point appeared

Can hardly believe

people live in houses behind trees

Formative years were a drag

but we passed the time somehow

I in a cahoots with the upper classes now

That cunt really got it sussed

Selling wine, selling drugs

You can get so far whit a pershing wit

But the money in trust isn't it?

What treasures can you hold and name

You don't have the right face

The champagne highs and the giddy lights

Are paradise

some of your friends,from your other life

Just don't belong

They're crude and they're plain

It's not their fault

it's the world they're from

(And) you can come here no more

Unless you use the tradesmans door

There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth

If you melt the silver yourself

Put it all in a trust fund

She can touch I'll she's twenty one

The champagne highs and the giddy lights

Are paradise

Some of the clothes you stole

from your lovers home

Are better than the clothes

we stole from the

Shops in our own

I in a cahoots with the

upper classes now