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
IЈЋ in a cahoots with the
upper classes now
Put it all in a trust fund
She canЈ? touch Ј?ill sheЈ— twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
You had to move three times this year
IЈЂ rather be any where but there
The champagne highs and the giddy
lights — Are paradise
House guest is here
canЈ? 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
IЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes now
That cuntЈ— really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You canЈ? get so far whit a pershing wit
But the moneyЈ— in trust — isnЈ? it?
What treasures can you hold and name
You donЈ? have the right face
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
— Are paradise
some of your friends, from your other life
Just donЈ? belong
TheyЈ-e crude and theyЈ-e plain
ItЈ— not their fault
itЈ— the world theyЈ-e from
(And) you canЈ? come here no more
Unless you use the tradesmans door
ThereЈ— nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver — yourself
Put it all in a trust fund
She canЈ? touch Ј?ill sheЈ— 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
IЈЋ in a cahoots with the
upper classes now