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 gla**
Said the Fenix will rise, from the ashes at last
And build gla** houses with ivory towers
On streets paved with gold, where we'll never grow old
And old gla** 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 gla** houses with ivory towers
The beaches are gold and we'll never grow old
And old gla** houses, ivory towers
There fragile as dreams, but never what they see-eem
You know, now-a-days, you go to town
There's gla** 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 gla** houses, ivory towers
They flash like a sun, from every one
We live in gla** houses with ivory towers
Protecting our gold and we're all growin' old
And we're all growin' old