The Upper Classes Lyrics - Now I'm A Cowboy - Auteurs

Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's 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 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 here 

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 the trees 

Formative years were a drag 

But we passed the time somehow 

I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now 

That cunt's really got it sassed 

Selling wine, selling drugs 

You can get so far with a perishing wit 

But the money's in trust, isn't it? 

What treasures can you hold and name? 

You don't have the right face 

But 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 trades man's door 

There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth 

If you melt the silver yourself, put it all in a trust fund 

She's an heiress at twenty one 

The champagne highs and the giddy lights, paradise 

Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home 

Are better than the clothes 

We stole from the shops on your own 

Formative years were a drag 

But we passed the time somehow 

I'm in cahoots with the upper classes now