Ruling Class

"Taste your own juices, Mr. Avon."

Said the nurse, "I'm sick of doing it for you

You know what abuse is, Mr. Avon

And you obviously love it, yes you do."

Oh the ruling class

Just wanna suffer

Yeah, the ruling class

Just want some pain

All them strawberries

They're not enough for

All those open wounds

All that champagne

"Ease your own shorts off a little further."

Said the lips that hovered slyly in the void

Elizabeth Schwarzkopf never went to Gurnard

But that's no reason not to be paranoid

Oh the ruling class

All hate their mothers

Oh the ruling class

All went to good schools

When they go to bed

On one another

And then they grow up and

Make all the rules

Hang the judges high(Hang the judges high)

Hang the wise men of the realm

Hang the judges high(Hang the judges high)

Hang the wise men of the realm

Rock on Denny boy(Rock on Denny boy)

Hang the wise men of the realm

Oh the ruling class

They got no worries

Yeah, the ruling class

Ain't got a dime

They've got lots of them

They're in no hurry

'Cause the ruling class

Rules all the time