Born - in forty-nine
Part of a long-long line of roses and wine
And we wore clouds of thread and we buried our dead
The future was mine, or so they said
And late - in sixty-five
Underneath sun and skies, hearin' words from wise, some dowers
Teaching the past, through a rose coloured glass
Said the Fenix will rise, from the ashes at last
And build glass houses with ivory towers
On streets paved with gold, where we'll never grow old
And old glass houses and ivory towers
Are not what they seem, they're fragile as dreams
And oh - seventy-one
They were handin' out boots and guns to some mother's son
But seventy-eight, they said sorry, but we made a mistake
Time for some fun, ooh ain't life grea-eat
In tall glass houses with ivory towers
The beaches are gold and we'll never grow old
And old glass houses, ivory towers
There fragile as dreams, but never what they see-eem
You know, now-a-days, you go to town
There's glass all arou-ound
And they're still building towers
And they're buried deep in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound
A travesty, starin' at me-ee
Old glass houses, ivory towers
They flash like a sun, from every one
We live in glass houses with ivory towers
Protecting our gold and we're all growin' old
And we're all growin' old...
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