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