Matters Of Blood And Connection in Dashboard Confessional

Why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows your not from the streets
You went prep school in Cambridge
With daughters and sons of the privagled elite
The fortunes from shipping and industry
The futures and yacht clubs and tales
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows your moonlighting here

To avale yourself of your heritage for a season or two in the sun
Draw wealth from funds in the trust thanks to the fathers of fortune and 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 your not who you seem
You've got a hard way about you
For someone whose passage is already played

By the sins and schemes of your father and the infinite reach of his arm
Draw wealth from funds in the trust thanks to the fathers of fortune and 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 shrade, and your time in the sun?
I know everyone does their own reinvention but yours has a taste thats hard to swallow
What will you tell of your ten year with us?
Will you build yourself like the size of your hut(?)?
If there anything like what you've been telling us the stories will make true believers of the chumps and the fools.

Why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows your not from the streets