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