Classy Songtext / Lyric

We'reOn our backsLooking up at the satrsWeHave a laughFalling downScratching carsWatch your backsHide your knivesI'm the fastest man aliveWe make things out of sinWith blood and human skinWe never see the sightsWe're out to late at nightWeDon't need youWe go outBy ourselvesWe catch the busInto townInto hellBreak your heartBreak your faceNot that much to look at anywayWe make things out of dustSo we can smash them upWe never see the sightsWe're out too late at nightNow you know that my lips thickI'll write on your shirtMake the words look like picturesAnd that's just the startOf it allWE'VE GOT CLASSWE'VE GOT STYLEWe're on our backsLooking up at the stairsWe have a laugh falling downScratching carsWatch your backsHide the knivesI'm the fastest man aliveWe make things out of sinWith blood and human skinWe never see the sightsWe're out to late at nightSo we can smash them upda da da da da daWE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASSWE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASSWE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASSWE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT STYLE