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 in a cahoots with the upper classes now
Put it all in a trust fund She can touch ill she twenty one Amazing the cruel hand of fate A tax loss against the state You had to move three times this year I rather be any where but there The champagne highs and the giddy lights - Are paradise
House guest is here can 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 in a cahoots with the upper classes now
That cunt really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can get so far whit a pershing wit But the money in trust - isn it? What treasures can you hold and name You don have the right face The champagne highs and the giddy lights - Are paradise
some of your friends,from your other life Just don belong Theye crude and theye plain It not their fault it the world theye from (And) you can come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door
There nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can touch ill she 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 in a cahoots with the upper classes nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
