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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 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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