The Upper Classes - текст песни
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磘 touch 磘ill she磗 twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
You had to move three times this year
I磀 rather be any where but there
The champagne highs and the giddy
lights - Are paradise
House guest is here
can磘 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磎 in a cahoots with the upper classes now
That cunt磗 really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can磘 get so far whit a pershing wit
But the money磗 in trust - isn磘 it?
What treasures can you hold and name
You don磘 have the right face
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
- Are paradise
some of your friends,from your other life
Just don磘 belong
They磖e crude and they磖e plain
It磗 not their fault
it磗 the world they磖e from
(And) you can磘 come here no more
Unless you use the tradesmans door
There磗 nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver - yourself
Put it all in a trust fund
She can磘 touch 磘ill she磗 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磎 in a cahoots with the
upper classes now
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