Op-Art Lamp and Tie-Dye Cloud: November 2008

Thursday, November 27, 2008

If its true that a rich man leads a sad life thats what they say from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? on judgment day? Have nothing to say 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! 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 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 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