Class Blue

She’s got a polite amount of cocaine
She’s got hands on a bottle of good champagne
And she says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»
Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
He’s a bridge, a bridge that you can burn
You get in line and wait your turn
And he says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»
Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
You set me free
You set me free
You set me free
You set me—
You can’t get back what you haven’t given
And this life is hardly living
And you say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»
Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
No thanks, I’ve been spoken for
There’s someone at home that I adore
But I say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»
Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
You set me free
You set me free
You set me free
You set me—