Upper Class

A boy grows up in a future tense,

Just so he can call himself a person in the legal sense.

The devil eats his dinner in the playground, the primary,

Educates the kids about the benefits of a free market economy,

Now he’s about 11,

Filtered out aggression,

And he chats to his parents about the relevance of a pension,

Dreams about success, where he can eat till he’s full,

And he can write a dissertation, but he can’t change a lightbulb.

At age 14 he becomes a master of debating

And his bio says he wishes he was born in the 80s

He wears a suit to the tuck tucks and a tracksuit to the gallery,

At 16 he emancipates himself from his family.

He’s his own man.

He’s an upper class fan,

World domination for the good the land.

Yeah this lad covers his eyes with a mop,

He spends all day curling it,

Hides the fact he’s a die hard conservative.

He takes a video montage of the sunny south,

Jogging through wheat fields when he’s out and about,

He’s so polite, and he’s nice, and he’s one with nature,

If his daddy bought a private jet he’d be all in favour,

Ooo later,

He’s a calm and collected proprietor of suffering,

Devil’s got a throne and it’s 5 seats in government,

Got a fine for assault, his money’ll cover it,

His money, his father’s money, a generational covenant,

Family are a pack of feigning wolves at the chase,

Pant over a half dead corpse and his estate.

Wipe their tears at the news when they hear it,

Hear this thing,

Their tears freeze up and then they sell ‘em as earrings,

Knife point piercing,

Robbery, clearing,

Old money, new money, hot money, searing,

Rolls Royce steering,

Apex spearing,

Lords and the people fearing,

This man.

The little upper class fan,

World domination for the good of the, good of the

Ow

Yeah I’ve said about 2 times he’s an upper class fan

And he embraces all the culture that he can,

You know he gets queasy when he looks upon a fake tan,

Spray tan,

Holidays in caravans,

Your burger no salad and,

He’s educated in the views that he has,

He’s a middle class liberal and he spits on chavs.

He’s spent a life with a dream, enveloped in the self

And only now he ever thought about his mental health oh

He’s is own man.

He’s an upper class fan,

World domination for the good of the

bleeding land