Survivor Poor Man's Son текст песни, слова песни Poor Man's Son Survivor
Survivor - Poor Man's Son
You had better understand
That the silver in your pocket
AinЎЇt no measure of a man
*And though the fortunes of our fathers
We aspire to rise above
When youЎЇre born into a breed
YouЎЇre signed in blood*
**IЎЇm a poor mans son
WorkinЎЇ all night long
Got a bad guitar
And a simple song
YouЎЇre a rich mans daughter
Look at what youЎЇve done
You went and fell in love
With a poor mans son**
Baby you were born in splendor
To a house of wealth and fame
Your mother was a spender
And you grew up on a stage
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