The Upper Classes Lyrics

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 a 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 there 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 trees Formative years were a drag but we passed the time somehow I'm in a cahoots with the upper classes now That cunt's really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can't get so far whit a Pershing wit But the money's in trust - isn't it? What treasures can you hold and name You don't have the right face 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 tradesman's door There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can't touch till she's twenty-one The champagne highs and the giddy lights - Are paradise Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home Are better than the clothes we stole from the Shops in our own I'm in a cahoots with the upper classes now