(strummer/jones)



If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life

N' that's what they from day to day

Then what do all the poor do with their lives?

Have nothing to say on judgment day?



I've been beat up, i've been thrown

Out but i'm not down, i'm not down

I've been shown up, but i've grown up

And i'm not down, i'm not down



On my own i faced a gang of jeering in strange streets

When my nerves were pumping and i

Fought my fear in, i did not run

I was not done



And i have lived that kind of day

When one of your sorrows will go away

It goes down and down and hit the floor

Down and down and down some more

Depression

But i now there'll be some way

When i can swing everything back my way

Like skyscrapers rising up

Floor by floor, i'm not giving up



So you rock around and think that

You're the toughest

In the world, the whole wide world

But you're streets away from where

It gets the roughest

You ain't been there




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