The Auteurs - THE UPPER CLASSES lyrics
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
