Seb Lowe - Upper Class -- LYRICS -- A boy grows up in a future tense, Just so he can call himself a person in the legal sense. The devil eats his dinner in the playground, the primary, Educates the kids about the benefits of a free market economy, Now he’s about 11, Filtered out aggression, And he chats to his parents about the relevance of a pension, Dreams about success, where he can eat till he’s full, And he can write a dissertation, but he can’t change a lightbulb. At age 14 he becomes a master of debating And his bio says he wishes he was born in the 80s He wears a suit to the tuck tucks and a tracksuit to the gallery, At 16 he emancipates himself from his family. He’s his own man. He’s an upper class fan, World domination for the good the land. Yeah this lad covers his eyes with a mop, He spends all day curling it, Hides the fact he’s a die hard conservative. He takes a video montage of the sunny south, Jogging through wheat fields when he’s out and about, He’s so polite, and he’s nice, and he’s one with nature, If his daddy bought a private jet he’d be all in favour, Ooo later, He’s a calm and collected proprietor of suffering, Devil’s got a throne and it’s 5 seats in government, Got a fine for assault, his money’ll cover it, His money, his father’s money, a generational covenant, Family are a pack of feigning wolves at the chase, Pant over a half dead corpse and his estate. Wipe their tears at the news when they hear it, Hear this thing, Their tears freeze up and then they sell ‘em as earrings, Knife point piercing, Robbery, clearing, Old money, new money, hot money, searing, Rolls Royce steering, Apex spearing, Lords and the people fearing, This man. The little upper class fan, World domination for the good of the, good of the Ow Yeah I’ve said about 2 times he’s an upper class fan And he embraces all the culture that he can, You know he gets queasy when he looks upon a fake tan, Spray tan, Holidays in caravans, Your burger no salad and, He’s educated in the views that he has, He’s a middle class liberal and he spits on chavs. He’s spent a life with a dream, enveloped in the self And only now he ever thought about his mental health oh He’s is own man. He’s an upper class fan, World domination for the good of the bleeding land Source: LyricFind Enjoy the rest of you day Felllow Reader
'He's educated in the views that he has' is a brilliant line.
Seb Lowe - Upper Class
-- LYRICS --
A boy grows up in a future tense,
Just so he can call himself a person in the legal sense.
The devil eats his dinner in the playground, the primary,
Educates the kids about the benefits of a free market economy,
Now he’s about 11,
Filtered out aggression,
And he chats to his parents about the relevance of a pension,
Dreams about success, where he can eat till he’s full,
And he can write a dissertation, but he can’t change a lightbulb.
At age 14 he becomes a master of debating
And his bio says he wishes he was born in the 80s
He wears a suit to the tuck tucks and a tracksuit to the gallery,
At 16 he emancipates himself from his family.
He’s his own man.
He’s an upper class fan,
World domination for the good the land.
Yeah this lad covers his eyes with a mop,
He spends all day curling it,
Hides the fact he’s a die hard conservative.
He takes a video montage of the sunny south,
Jogging through wheat fields when he’s out and about,
He’s so polite, and he’s nice, and he’s one with nature,
If his daddy bought a private jet he’d be all in favour,
Ooo later,
He’s a calm and collected proprietor of suffering,
Devil’s got a throne and it’s 5 seats in government,
Got a fine for assault, his money’ll cover it,
His money, his father’s money, a generational covenant,
Family are a pack of feigning wolves at the chase,
Pant over a half dead corpse and his estate.
Wipe their tears at the news when they hear it,
Hear this thing,
Their tears freeze up and then they sell ‘em as earrings,
Knife point piercing,
Robbery, clearing,
Old money, new money, hot money, searing,
Rolls Royce steering,
Apex spearing,
Lords and the people fearing,
This man.
The little upper class fan,
World domination for the good of the, good of the
Ow
Yeah I’ve said about 2 times he’s an upper class fan
And he embraces all the culture that he can,
You know he gets queasy when he looks upon a fake tan,
Spray tan,
Holidays in caravans,
Your burger no salad and,
He’s educated in the views that he has,
He’s a middle class liberal and he spits on chavs.
He’s spent a life with a dream, enveloped in the self
And only now he ever thought about his mental health oh
He’s is own man.
He’s an upper class fan,
World domination for the good of the
bleeding land
Source: LyricFind
Enjoy the rest of you day Felllow Reader
We're getting spoiled today
Woody Guthrie. Oop Narth edition. Music slaps.
honestly wish more people was this based, world could actaully be good
Have you ever heard about the communist manifesto?
I saw the thumbnail and thought it was an undertale mod
There's something about this music which just makes me buzz
I quite like this and I believe Seb's the support act for Kula Shaker on Wednesday at Albert Hall,Manchester.
Another banger
Check out his lyric videos on my channel!
OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING
Love your music
Love your music man!
@@musichub7316 that's really low
pledging my allegiance early