Matters of Blood and Connection

So who do you fool with that costume now?
Those stories will make true believers

You went to prep school in Cambridge
For you it's a matter of blood and connections
The escape, the charade and your time in the sun

Of the chumps and the fools

Drink well from your bottomless cup
I know everyone does their own reinvention
And what will you tell of your tenure with us?
For you it's a matter of blood and connections
You've got a hard way about you
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
And bask in your good fortune
Everyone knows you're not who you seem
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Of blood and connections
If they're anything like what you've been telling us
For you it's a matter of blood
With daughters and sons of the privileged elite
Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt?
The fortunes from shipping and industry
So why do you speak with that accent now?
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For a season or two in the sun
So where will you be when you tire of the fun?
To avail yourself of your heritage

Everyone knows your moonlighting here
For us it's a matter of charging the gates

And the infinite reach of his arm
The futures in yacht clubs and tales

Draw wealth from the funds in the trust

Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons

For someone who's passage is already paid
But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow
By the sins and the schemes of your father
Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons

Draw wealth from the funds in the trust