Auteurs, The - The Upper Classes Lyrics

Auteurs, The
Now I'm A Cowboy
The Upper Classes
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
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 tradesmans 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 lovers home
Are better than the clothes
We stole from the
Shops in our own
I´m in a cahoots with the
Upper classes now