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 anywhere 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 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 sussed

Selling wine, selling drugs

You can't get so far with a perishing wit

But the money's in trust - isn't it?

What treasures can you hold and face?

You don't have the right name

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

You can't come here no more

Unless you use the tradesman's door

There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth

If you melt the silver - yourself

Put it all in a trust fund

She can't touch 'till she's twenty one

The champagne highs and the giddy lights

Are paradise

Paradise

Paradise

Some of the clothes

You stole from your lover's home

Are better than the clothes

We stole from the shops on our own

Formative years

Were a drag but we passed the time somehow

I'm in cahoots

With the upper classes now, now, now