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