Joel Alme
No Class
So you’ve got no heart
You’re just payed to feel it, like a thug
But you will need it, sometime, growing up
‘Cause when you are old
When you’re dried up, and feeling cold
Will you read for something better told
Will you
Will you

There’s no heart that seems to miss you
There’s no loving that’s for you[?]
Everyone that still has someone
They’re not looking at you

You ain’t got no class
All your stupid books, they all seem to laugh
Did you buy them, so the girls would ask?
Did you

You ain’t got no home
You’re too scared to sleep alone
With the door shut, when the night appears
You’re just a baby
Baby

Everyone that still has someone
They’re not looking at you
There’s no heart that seems to miss you
They’re not looking at you
Guess you’ve seen the light
That God still cares for wrong or right
But you’re too stupid to have seen the light
And you know it
Know it
Hey

Hey, there’s no heart that seems to miss you
There’s no loving that’s for you[?]
Everyone that still has someone
They’re not looking at you