Robyn Hitch***** - The Ruling Class Lyrics
"Taste your own juices, Mr. Avon,"Said the nurse, "I'm sick of doing it for you."You know what abuse is, Mr. Avon,And you obviously love it, yes you do.Oh the ruling classJust wanna suffer.Yes, the ruling classJust want some pain.All those strawberriesThey're not enough forAll those oaken beams,All that champagne."Ease your own shorts off, Uncle Bernard,"Said the lips that hovered slyly in the void.Elizabeth Schwarzkopf never went to Gurnard,But that's no excuse to not be paranoid.Oh the ruling classAll hate their mothers.Yes, the ruling classWent to good schools...Where they go to bedOn one anotherAnd then they grow upAnd make all the rules.Hang the judges high,Hang the wise men of the realm...Hang the judges high,Hang the wise men of the realm...Rock on Denny boy...Hang the wise men of the realm.Oh the ruling classThey've got no worries...Yeah, the ruling classAin't got a dime...They've got lots of them,They're in no hurry..."Cause the ruling classRules all the time.
