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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 Im in a cahoots with the Upper classes now Put it all in a trust fund She cant touch till shes twenty one Amazing the cruel hand of fate A tax loss against the state You had to move three times this year Id rather be any where but there The champagne highs and the giddy Lights - are paradise House guest is here Cant 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 Im in a cahoots with the upper classes now That cunts really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You cant get so far whit a pershing wit But the moneys in trust - isnt it? What treasures can you hold and name You dont have the right face The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of your friends,from your other life Just dont belong Theyre crude and theyre plain Its not their fault Its the world theyre from (and) you cant come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door Theres nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She cant touch till shes 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 Im in a cahoots with the Upper classes now |
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