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The Upper Classes
by The Auteurs
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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 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 here
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 the trees
Formative years were a drag
but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now
That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
What treasures can you you hold and name
You don't have the right face
But 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's an heiress at twenty one
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
- Paradise
Some of the clothes you stole from your lovers home
Are better than the clothes we stole from the Shops on your own
Formative years were a drag but we passed
The time somehow
I'm in cahoots
with the upper classes now...
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 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 here
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 the trees
Formative years were a drag
but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now
That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
What treasures can you you hold and name
You don't have the right face
But 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's an heiress at twenty one
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
- Paradise
Some of the clothes you stole from your lovers home
Are better than the clothes we stole from the Shops on your own
Formative years were a drag but we passed
The time somehow
I'm in cahoots
with the upper classes now...
