The Auteurs

The Auteurs - The Upper Classes lyrics

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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磎 in a cahoots with the 

upper classes now



Put it all in a trust fund

She can磘 touch 磘ill she磗 twenty one

Amazing the cruel hand of fate

A tax loss against the state

You had to move three times this year

I磀 rather be any where but there

The champagne highs and the giddy

lights - Are paradise



House guest is here

can磘 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

I磎 in a cahoots with the upper classes now



That cunt磗 really got it sussed

Selling wine, selling drugs

You can磘 get so far whit a pershing wit

But the money磗 in trust - isn磘 it?

What treasures can you hold and name

You don磘 have the right face

The champagne highs and the giddy lights 

- Are paradise



some of your friends,from your other life

Just don磘 belong

They磖e crude and they磖e plain

It磗 not their fault 

it磗 the world they磖e from

(And) you can磘 come here no more

Unless you use the tradesmans door



There磗 nothing wrong with inherited wealth 

If you melt the silver  - yourself

Put it all in a trust fund

She can磘 touch 磘ill she磗 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

I磎 in a cahoots with the 

upper classes now
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