The Auteurs
The Auteurs - The Upper Classes songtekst
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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 sheç£ 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 cuntç£ really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can磘 get so far whit a pershing wit But the moneyç£ 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 Itç£ not their fault itç£ the world they磖e from (And) you can磘 come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door Thereç£ nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can磘 touch 磘ill sheç£ 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