The Upper Classes - The Auteurs

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

IЈЋ in a cahoots with the

upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund

She canЈ?

touch Ј?ill sheЈ— twenty one

Amazing the cruel hand of fate

A tax loss against the state

You had to move three times this year

IЈЂ rather be any where but there

The champagne highs and the giddy

lights — Are paradise

House guest is here

canЈ?

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

IЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes now

That cuntЈ— really got it sussed

Selling wine, selling drugs

You canЈ?

get so far whit a pershing wit

But the moneyЈ— in trust — isnЈ?

it?

What treasures can you hold and name

You donЈ?

have the right face

The champagne highs and the giddy lights

— Are paradise

some of your friends, from your other life

Just donЈ?

belong

TheyЈ-e crude and theyЈ-e plain

ItЈ— not their fault

itЈ— the world theyЈ-e from

(And) you canЈ?

come here no more

Unless you use the tradesmans door

ThereЈ— nothing wrong with inherited wealth

If you melt the silver — yourself

Put it all in a trust fund

She canЈ?

touch Ј?ill sheЈ— 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

IЈЋ in a cahoots with the

upper classes now