Class

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