Angels - Ivory Stairs lyrics

(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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