If its true that a rich man leads a sad life

N thats what they from day to day

Then what do all the poor do with their lives?

Have nothing to say on judgment day?



Ive been beat up, Ive been thrown

Out but Im not down, Im not down

Ive been shown up, but Ive grown up

And Im not down, Im 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 therell be some way

When I can swing everything back my way

Like skyscrapers rising up

Floor by floor, Im not giving up



So you rock around and think that

Youre the toughest

In the world, the whole wide world

But youre streets away from where

It gets the roughest

You aint been there