Class(Chords)

	        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