K-POP Lyrics Song

Dashboard ConfessionalMatters Of Blood And Connection

Why do you speak with that
accent now
Everyone knows you're not
from the streets
You went to prep school
in Cambridge
With daughters and sons
of the privileged elite
Their fortunes from shipping
and industry
Their futures in yacht clubs
and tails
So why do you speak with that
accent now
Everyone knows you're
moonlighting here
To avail yourself
of your heritage
For a season or two in the sun
Draw well from the funds
in the trust
Thanks to the fathers of
fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
and connections
Of blood and connections
So who do you fool with
that costume now
Everyone knows you're not
who you seem
You've got a hard way about you
For someone whose passage
is already paid
By the sins and the schemes
of your father
And the infinite reach of his arm
Draw well from the funds
in the trust
Thanks to the fathers of
fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
Drink well from your
bottomless cup
And bask in your good fortune
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
and connections
So where will you be when
you tire of the fun
The escape the charade
and your time in the sun
I know everyone does their
own reinvention
But yours has a taste that's
hard to swallow
And what will you tell of your
tenure with us
Will you build yourself up
like the size of your hunt
If they're anything like what
you've been telling us
Those stories will make
true believers
Of the chumps and the fools
So why do you speak with
that accent now
Everyone knows you're not
from the streets
Why do you speak with that
accent now
Everyone knows you're not
from the streets
You went to prep school
in Cambridge
With daughters and sons
of the privileged elite
Their fortunes from shipping
and industry
Their futures in yacht clubs
and tails
So why do you speak with that
accent now
Everyone knows you're
moonlighting here
To avail yourself
of your heritage
For a season or two in the sun
Draw well from the funds
in the trust
Thanks to the fathers of
fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
and connections
Of blood and connections
So who do you fool with
that costume now
Everyone knows you're not
who you seem
You've got a hard way about you
For someone whose passage
is already paid
By the sins and the schemes
of your father
And the infinite reach of his arm
Draw well from the funds
in the trust
Thanks to the fathers of
fortunate sons
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
Drink well from your
bottomless cup
And bask in your good fortune
For us it's a matter of
charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
and connections
So where will you be when
you tire of the fun
The escape the charade
and your time in the sun
I know everyone does their
own reinvention
But yours has a taste that's
hard to swallow
And what will you tell of your
tenure with us
Will you build yourself up
like the size of your hunt
If they're anything like what
you've been telling us
Those stories will make
true believers
Of the chumps and the fools
So why do you speak with
that accent now
Everyone knows you're not
from the streets

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