Robyn Hitch***** - Ruling Class Lyrics
"Taste your own juices, Mr. Avon."Said the nurse, "I'm sick of doing it for youYou know what abuse is, Mr. AvonAnd you obviously love it, yes you do."Oh the ruling classJust wanna sufferYeah, the ruling classJust want some painAll them strawberriesThey're not enough forAll those open woundsAll that champagne"Ease your own shorts off a little further."Said the lips that hovered slyly in the voidElizabeth Schwarzkopf never went to GurnardBut that's no reason not to be paranoidOh the ruling classAll hate their mothersOh the ruling classAll went to good schoolsWhen they go to bedOn one anotherAnd then they grow up andMake all the rulesHang the judges high(Hang the judges high)Hang the wise men of the realmHang the judges high(Hang the judges high)Hang the wise men of the realmRock on Denny boy(Rock on Denny boy)Hang the wise men of the realmOh the ruling classThey got no worriesYeah, the ruling classAin't got a dimeThey've got lots of themThey're in no hurry'Cause the ruling classRules all the time
