I Love the Sound of Structured Class

Sittin' on the back bench

Sipping a Martini

Thinking: "Life's a wrench"

Thinking: "Life's a dream"

Hanging out in Houston

Waiting on a tip

Sowing the confusion

So the package gets shipped

So many deliveries

In so short of time

So many miseries

In the traffic line

Don't give me the burden of gift-wrapped china

Don't give me the inheritance of crystal glass

Don't give me advice, don't give me a shiner

Don't give me breakfast, don't give me your sass

Call your local precinct

Put a call through to China

All the preachers

From your colourful past

All the privileged discretion

And that certain aggression

Do you love the sound of structured class?

Sittin' on the front porch

Still waiting on the lifeline

From the kind of folks

Who share opinions like mine

I've spent time in education

I've spent time in jail

I've drunk from the river basin

I have skied in Vail

Time in capsules, vitamin C

Everyone knows this is nowhere but me

Everyone knows this is Valhalla or bust

An unliving will and a living mistrust

Sympathy for the devil

Is the last of your concerns

Bow down to your level

And attend to your burns

I have seen strong men crying out for help

I have pulled books from a very high shelf

The next time you call me, make sure it's important

Withering on the vine, living by appointment

Everyone's outnumbered

And no one has a pass

I love the sound of structured class

Sitting on a goldmine

Sitting on a fence

40-thousand transgressions

And no defence

Poor Highway 61

Spread out like a rash

I love the sound of structured class

Do you love the sound of structured class?