Lyric 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 m in a cahoots with the
upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund
She can t touch till 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 d rather be any where but there
The champagne highs and the giddy
lights - Are paradise

House guest is here
can t 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 m in a cahoots with the upper classes now

That cunt s really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can t get so far whit a pershing wit
But the money s 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 t 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 t touch till 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 m in a cahoots with the
upper classes now