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