Lyrics:

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

That's what they say, from day to day

Then what do the poor do with their lives?

On judgment day, with nothin' to say?



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

But I'm not down, Oh I'm not down

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

And I'm not down, Oh I'm not down



On my own I faced a gang of jeering

In strange streets

When my nerves were pumping out

I Fought my fear in, I didn't run

I was not done



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

But I'm not down, No I'm not down

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

And I'm not down, No I'm not down



So I have lived, that kind of day

When none of your sorrows will go away

Go 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