Текст песни The Auteurs - THE UPPER CLASSES
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Some of the clothes you stolefrom your lovers homeMake you glow in the dark -make you light upThe room on your ownFormative years were a dragbut we passed the time somehowIзЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes nowPut it all in a trust fundShe canзЈ? touch зЈ?ill sheзЈ— twenty oneAmazing the cruel hand of fateA tax loss against the stateYou had to move three times this yearIзЈЂ rather be any where but thereThe champagne highs and the giddylights - Are paradiseHouse guest is herecanзЈ? believe that the vanishing point appearedCan hardly believe- people live in houses behind treesFormative years were a dragbut we passed the time somehowIзЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes nowThat cuntзЈ— really got it sussedSelling wine, selling drugsYou canзЈ? get so far whit a pershing witBut the moneyзЈ— in trust - isnзЈ? it?What treasures can you hold and nameYou donзЈ? have the right faceThe champagne highs and the giddy lights - Are paradisesome of your friends,from your other lifeJust donзЈ? belongTheyзЈ–e crude and theyзЈ–e plainItзЈ— not their fault itзЈ— the world theyзЈ–e from(And) you canзЈ? come here no moreUnless you use the tradesmans doorThereзЈ— nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourselfPut it all in a trust fundShe canзЈ? touch зЈ?ill sheзЈ— twenty oneThe champagne highs and the giddy lights - Are paradiseSome of the clothes you stolefrom your lovers homeAre better than the clotheswe stole from theShops in our ownIзЈЋ in a cahoots with the upper classes now