The Upper Classes

Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's 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'm in cahoots with the upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund

She can't touch till she's twenty one

Amazing the cruel hand of fate

A tax loss against the state

You had to move three times this year

I'd rather be any where but here

The champagne highs and the giddy lights

Are paradise

House guest is here

Can't believe that the vanishing point appeared

Can hardly believe

People live in houses behind the trees

Formative years were a drag

But we passed the time somehow

I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now

That cunt's really got it sassed

Selling wine, selling drugs

You can get so far with a perishing wit

But the money's in trust, isn't it?

What treasures can you hold and name?

You don't have the right face

But the champagne highs and the giddy lights

Are paradise

Some of your friends, from your other life

Just don't belong

They're crude and they're plain

It's not their fault it's the world they're from

And you can't come here no more

Unless you use the trades man's door

There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth

If you melt the silver yourself, put it all in a trust fund

She's an heiress at twenty one

The champagne highs and the giddy lights, paradise

Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home

Are better than the clothes

We stole from the shops on your own

Formative years were a drag

But we passed the time somehow

I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now