Ivory Tower


When you come down

From your Ivory Tower

You will see how it really must be

To be like me to see like me

To feel like me

Take a look at me I’m a poor man’s son

I never did no harm to no one

You’ve got money in the bank

I don’t have none

When you come down etc…


You can see through

Your rose coloured glasses

In a world that seems

like glamour to you

You’ve got opinions and judgements about

All kind of things

That you don’t know anything about

Don’t you know the price that I have to pay

Just to do everything I have to do

Do you think that there’s nothing to it

You should try it sometime

When you come down etc etc….

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