Letra de Classy
Culture travelled out from the rabble And had a saddle placed on it's back While the vets cheered it was ridden to death, dear By the kind whose nerve never cracksGuess the classy of the white Rasta And I will buy your very next meal Sausage supper says middle or upper When he speaks, the winner's revealedThat's how it is, you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itselfYou're not fooling me, private schooling Claiming you are charity Those you help most own half the West Coast And the odd distilleryThat's how it is, you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itselfCross the Atlantic, it's just as frantic Riches pleading poverty When your daddy lends you a million You can lead the land of the freeThat's how it ism you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itselfWow, that's how it is, you see It shouldn't have to be This way that unearned wealth Perpetuates itself