Ivory Stairs — текст песни (Angels)

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan
to make himself a singularly self-made man
new Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent
you got everything that you want
Cats are runnin` to your candy coloured Chevrolet
comsume and comsume and the loser has to pay
the higher you climb, th deeper you go
talk about a change, nothing change so slow
Climbing up te ivory stairs, never gonna get anywhere
slipping on the first step, can`t get a good grip
climbing up the ivory stairs
The kid on the street with his aim to the ground
all those credit card conspiracies eating flesh by the pound
parlour-cum dance between the sun and the moon
they got you dancing to a gallow`s tune
Climbing up te ivory stairs, never gonna get anywhere
slipping on the first step, can`t get a good grip
climbing up the ivory stairs
Oh no, you`ve found the door
too late you found that you never got the key
oh no, in the confusion
don`t turn your weary eyes on me
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