A school of Gothic arches

And a college of them too

And a parliament that looks and feels the same

A comfort for the blessed

A horror for the rest

And each and every one of us to blame

The blessed rabble in the yard

The blessed rousers in the press

The blessed shoppers denied access to the shelves

The blessed ministers of state

Have to pretend to be irate

For elites are happy talking to themselves

The scum with aching feet will march ignored in the next street

Because the TV clings to diction and to stars

You might very well object

But your motives are suspect

Because you're envious and you're mean because of class

It's a cesspit glossed with lime

With slogans thumped into the grime

Offering thanks for your willingness to understand

It would be pretty as a picture

If you'd studied architecture

You haven't, but you can for 30 grand

For our cities are exciting

It says so in type-set writing

We glister from our towers to our trains

We have scrubbed the seats inside

And though you can't afford to ride

You'll have a good view with your noses pressed to the panes

We were born to lead, we write

And we talk the way you can't

We'll take your leaden grunts and pound them into glass

We'll steal your anger for potash

Lie hopelessness into cash

And you'll barely even notice, cause of class

You're vulgar for wanting money

And ugly for wanting fame

And lazy for never getting off your ass

It was a fair test that you failed

And we're sorry we prevailed

But it’s fair to give rewards to them as passed

So you can write your awful pamphlets

You can sing your horrid songs

When we set you up, we set it up to last

You can rise up as a rebel

You can stay down as a serf

But you can't be one of us because of class