Classy

Culture travelled out from the rabble
 And had a saddle placed on it's back
 While the vets cheered it was ridden to death, dear
 By the kind whose nerve never cracks
 Guess the classy of the white Rasta
 And I will buy your very next meal
 Sausage supper says middle or upper
 When he speaks, the winner's revealed
 That's how it is, you see
 It shouldn't have to be
 This way that unearned wealth
 Perpetuates itself
 You're not fooling me, private schooling
 Claiming you are charity
 Those you help most own half the West Coast
 And the odd distillery
 That's how it is, you see
 It shouldn't have to be
 This way that unearned wealth
 Perpetuates itself
 Cross the Atlantic, it's just as frantic
 Riches pleading poverty
 When your daddy lends you a million
 You can lead the land of the free
 That's how it ism you see
 It shouldn't have to be
 This way that unearned wealth
 Perpetuates itself
 Wow, that's how it is, you see
 It shouldn't have to be
 This way that unearned wealth
 Perpetuates itself