Songtext von Classy

Culture traveled out from the rabble And had a saddle placed on its back While the [?] t'was ridden to death, dear By the kind whose nerve never cracks Guess the class [?] of the white Rasta And I will buy your very next meal Sausage supper says middle or upper And when he speaks the winner's revealed That's how it is you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itself You're not fooling me private schooling Claiming you are charity Those you help most don't have the west coast And the old distillery That's how it is you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itself Cross the Atlantic, it's just as frantic Riches pleading poverty When your daddy lends you a million You can leave the land of the free That's how it is you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itself That's how it is you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itself