Em G
A school of gothic arches and a college of them too
F# B Em
And a parliament that looks and feels the same
Em G F# Am
A comfort for the blessed a horror for the rest
B Em
and each and every one of us to blame
G F# Am Em
the blessed rabble in the yard the blessed rousers in the press
Am Em F# B
the blessed shoppers denied access to the shelves
Em G F# Am
the blessed ministers of state have to pretend to be irate
B Em
For elites are happy talking to themselves
Am Em B Em
The scum with aching feet will march ignored in the next street
Am Em F# B
because the tv clings to diction and to stars
Em G F# Am
You might very well object but your motives are suspect
B Em
Cause you're envious and you're mean because of class
Em G
It's a cesspit glossed with lime with slogans thumped into the grime
F# B Em
offering thanks for your willingness to understand
Em G F# Am
It would be pretty as a picture if you'd studied architecture
B Em
you haven't but you can for thirty grand
G F# Am Em
For our cities are exciting, it says so in typeset writing
Am Em F# B
We glister from our towers to our trains
Em G F# Am
We have scrubbed the seats inside and though you can't afford to ride
B Em
You'll have a good view with you noses pressed to the panes
Am Em B Em
We were born to lead, we write, and we talk the way you can't
Am Em F# B
We'll take your leaded grunts and pound them into glass
Em G F# Am
We're steal your anger for potash lie hopelessness into cash
B Em
and you'll barely even notice cause of class
G F# Am Em
you're vulgar for wanting money, and ugly for wanting fame
Am Em F# B
And lazy for never getting off your ass
Em G F# Am
It was a fair test that you failed, and we're sorry we prevailed
B Em
But it's fair to give rewards to them as passed
Am Em B Em
So you can write your awful pamphlets you can sing your horrid songs
Am Em F# B
When we set you up we set it up to last
Em G F# Am
You can rise up as a rebel, you can stay down as a serf
B Em
But you can't be one of us because of class