THE UPPER CLASSES — текст песни (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
IзЈЋ in a cahoots with the
upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund
She canзЈ? touch зЈ?ill sheзЈ— twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
You had to move three times this year
IзЈЂ rather be any where but there
The champagne highs and the giddy
lights - Are paradise

House guest is here
canзЈ? 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
IзЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes now

That cuntзЈ— really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You canзЈ? get so far whit a pershing wit
But the moneyзЈ— in trust - isnзЈ? it?
What treasures can you hold and name
You donзЈ? have the right face
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
- Are paradise

some of your friends,from your other life
Just donзЈ? belong
TheyзЈ–e crude and theyзЈ–e plain
ItзЈ— not their fault
itзЈ— the world theyзЈ–e from
(And) you canзЈ? come here no more
Unless you use the tradesmans door

ThereзЈ— nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver - yourself
Put it all in a trust fund
She canзЈ? touch зЈ?ill sheзЈ— 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
IзЈЋ in a cahoots with the
upper classes now