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Lyrics for 'The Upper Classes' by '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
Iīm In A Cahoots With The
Upper Classes Now
Put It All In A Trust Fund
She Canīt Touch ītill Sheīs Twenty One
Amazing The Cruel Hand Of Fate
A Tax Loss Against The State
You Had To Move Three Times This Year
Iīd Rather Be Any Where But There
The Champagne Highs And The Giddy
Lights - Are Paradise
House Guest Is Here
Canīt 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
Iīm In A Cahoots With The Upper Classes Now
That Cuntīs Really Got It Sussed
Selling Wine, Selling Drugs
You Canīt Get So Far Whit A Pershing Wit
But The Moneyīs In Trust - Isnīt It?
What Treasures Can You Hold And Name
You Donīt Have The Right Face
The Champagne Highs And The Giddy Lights
- Are Paradise
Some Of Your Friends,from Your Other Life
Just Donīt Belong
Theyīre Crude And Theyīre Plain
Itīs Not Their Fault
Itīs The World Theyīre From
(and) You Canīt Come Here No More
Unless You Use The Tradesmans Door
Thereīs Nothing Wrong With Inherited Wealth
If You Melt The Silver - Yourself
Put It All In A Trust Fund
She Canīt Touch ītill Sheīs 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
Iīm In A Cahoots With The
Upper Classes Now
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