Classy

We're

On our backs

Looking up at the satrs

We

Have a laugh

Falling down

Scratching cars

Watch your backs

Hide your knives

I'm the fastest man alive

We make things out of sin

With blood and human skin

We never see the sights

We're out to late at night

We

Don't need you

We go out

By ourselves

We catch the bus

Into town

Into hell

Break your heart

Break your face

Not that much to look at anyway

We make things out of dust

So we can smash them up

We never see the sights

We're out too late at night

Now you know that my lips thick

I'll write on your shirt

Make the words look like pictures

And that's just the start

Of it all

We've got class

We've got style

We're on our backs

Looking up at the stairs

We have a laugh falling down

Scratching cars

Watch your backs

Hide the knives

I'm the fastest man alive

We make things out of sin

With blood and human skin

We never see the sights

We're out to late at night

So we can smash them up

Da da da da da da

We're class we've got class

We're class we've got class

We're class we've got class

We're class we've got style