Classy Paroles

We

Have a laugh

Falling down

Scratching cars



Watch your backs

Hide your knives

I'm the fastest man alive



We make things out of sin
We're out to late at night



We

Don't need you

We go out

By ourselves

We catch the bus

Into town

Into hell



Break your heart

Break your face

Not that much to look at anyway



We make things out of dust

So we can smash them up

We never see the sights

We're out too late at night



Now you know that my lips thick

I'll write on your shirt

Make the words look like pictures

And that's just the start

Of it all



WE'VE GOT CLASS

WE'VE GOT STYLE



We're on our backs

Looking up at the stairs

We have a laugh falling down

Scratching cars



Watch your backs

Hide the knives

I'm the fastest man alive

We make things out of sin

With blood and human skin

We never see the sights

We're out to late at night

So we can smash them up

da da da da da da



WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS

WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS

WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS

WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT STYLE