Upper Class lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, 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 (free market economy)

Now he's about eleven, filtered out aggression
Chats to his parents about the relevance of a pension
Dreams about success wherе he can eat til he's full
And hе can write a dissertation but he can't change a light bulb

At age fourteen he becomes a master of debating
And his bio says he wishes he was 'born in the eighties'
Wears a suit to the tuk-tuk and a tracksuit to the gallery
Sixteen, he emancipates himself from his family

[Chorus]
He's his own man
He's an upper class fan
World domination for the good of the land
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, this lad covers his eyes with a mop
He spends all day curling it
Hides the fact that he's a die-hard conservative (die-hard conservative)
He takes a video montage of the sunny south
Jogging through wheat fields when he's out and about
So polite and he's nice and he's one with nature
If his daddy bought a private jet he'd be all in favor (ooh later)
He's a common collector proprietor suffering
Devil's got a throne and it's five seats in government

Got a fine for assault, his money will cover it
His money, his father's money a generational covenant
Family are a pack of feening wolves at the chase
Pant over a half-dead corpse on his estate

Wipe their tears at the news when they hear it
Hear this thing, the 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

[Chorus]
This man, the little upper-class fan
World domination for the good of, the good of the- ow
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh

A-bada-bada-bada-bada
[Verse 3]
Yeah I've said about two 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

[Chorus]
Oh, he's his own man
He's an upper-class fan
World domination for the good of the bleedin' land
Oh-woah-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh