Billionaires in their yachts can't
Dream the life that I got can't
No they can't stop the clocks can't
Stop the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in their yachts can't
Live the life that I got can't
Zillionaires on their plots can't
Stop the crowning of the poor
Millionaires with the stocks can't
Electric gates and the locks can't
Greedy banks and the tanks can't
Stop the crowning of the poor
Palaces do fall and crumble
Dynasties do take a tumble
Birds will sing
The earth will rumble
At the crowning of the poor
Trumpets sound
And bells are ringing
Boys and girls, the grown men singing
Women with the joy they're bringing
To the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in their yachts can't
Dream the life that I got can't
Have to stand at the coronation of the
Crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
I'm the son of a poor boy
Showed me nobody better than I
He's the son of a poor girl
Twirled her hair so to make it curl
I'm the son of a poor boy
Showed me nobody better than I
He's the son of a poor girl
Twirled her hair so to make it curl
At the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
Lyrics by:
Brown
Available on:
My Way (3.18)
Details:
This track is a ham-handed socialist interpretation of Jesus' teaching in the Beatitudes that the poor in spirit shall be rewarded in Heaven.
Looking at his disciples, he said:
Blessed are you who are poor,
for yours is the kingdom of God.
Blessed are you who hunger now,
for you will be satisfied.
Blessed are you who weep now,
for you will laugh.
Blessed are you when people hate you,
when they exclude you and insult you
and reject your name as evil,
because of the Son of Man.
(Luke 6: 17 - 22)
Judging from the sophomoric content of the My Way LP, Ian sadly seems to have leapfrogged the Beatitude concerning the importance of being meek.
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