The Upper Classes-The Auteurs

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