Yeah, a boy grows up in a future tense
Just so he can call himself a person in the legal sense
The devil eats his dinner in the playground, the primary
Educates the kids about the benefits of a free market economy (free market economy)
Now he's about 11
Filtered out aggression
Chats to his parents about the relevance of a pension
Dreams about success where he can eat 'til he's full
And he can write a dissertation but he can't change a lightbulb
At age 14, he becomes a master of debating
And his bio says he wishes he was born in the '80s
Wears a suit to the 'tuck-tucks'
And a tracksuit to the gallery
16, he emancipates himself from his family
He's his own man
He's an upper class fan
World domination for the good of the land
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
Yeah this lad covers his eyes with a mop
He spends all day curling it
Hides the fact that he's a die hard conservative (die hard conservative)
He takes a video montage of the sunny south
Jogging through wheat fields when he's out and about
So polite and he's nice and he's one with nature
If his daddy bought a private jet he'd be all in favor, ooh later
He's a calm and collected proprietor of suffering
Devil's got a throne and it's five seats in government
Got a fine for assault, his money will cover it
His money, his father's money, a generational covenant
Family are a pack of feening wolves at the chase
Pant over a half-dead corpse on his estate
Wipe their tears at the news when they hear it
Hear this thing, the tears freeze up and then they sell 'em as earnings
Knife-point piercing
Robbery, clearing
Old money, new money, hot money searing
Rolls-Royce steering
Apex spearing
Lords and the people fearing
This man
The little upper class fan
World domination for the good of the good of the- ow
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh
A-bada-bada-bada-bada
Yeah, I've said about two times he's an upper class fan
And he embraces all the culture that he can
You know he gets queasy when he looks upon a fake tan, spray tan
Holiday's in caravans
Your burger, no salad and
He's educated in the views that he has
He's a middle class liberal and he spits on chavs
He spent a life with a dream enveloped in the self
And only now he ever thought about his mental health
Oh, he's his own man
He's an upper class fan
World domination for the good of the bleedin' land
Oh-woah-oh, ohh
Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, ohh