Auteurs - The Upper Classes Lyrics
Some of the clothes you stoleFrom your lovers homeMake you glow in the dark -Make you light upThe room on your ownFormative years were a dragBut we passed the time somehowIm in a cahoots with theUpper classes nowPut it all in a trust fundShe cant touch till shes twenty oneAmazing the cruel hand of fateA tax loss against the stateYou had to move three times this yearId rather be any where but thereThe champagne highs and the giddyLights - are paradiseHouse guest is hereCant believe that the vanishing point appearedCan hardly believe- people live in houses behind treesFormative years were a dragBut we passed the time somehowIm in a cahoots with the upper classes nowThat cunts really got it sussedSelling wine, selling drugsYou cant get so far whit a pershing witBut the moneys in trust - isnt it?What treasures can you hold and nameYou dont have the right faceThe champagne highs and the giddy lights- are paradiseSome of your friends,from your other lifeJust dont belongTheyre crude and theyre plainIts not their faultIts the world theyre from(and) you cant come here no moreUnless you use the tradesmans doorTheres nothing wrong with inherited wealthIf you melt the silver - yourselfPut it all in a trust fundShe cant touch till shes twenty oneThe champagne highs and the giddy lights- are paradiseSome of the clothes you stoleFrom your lovers homeAre better than the clothesWe stole from theShops in our ownIm in a cahoots with theUpper classes now
