(StrummerJones)If it's true that a rich man leads a sad lifeN' that's what they from day to dayThen what do all the
poor do with their lives?Have nothing to say on judgment day?I've been beat up, I've been thrownOut but I'm not down, I'm
not downI've been shown up, but I've grown upAnd I'm not down, I'm not downOn my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange s
treetsWhen my nerves were pumping and IFought my fear in, I did not runI was not doneAnd I have lived that kind of dayWhe
n one of your sorrows will go awayIt goes down and down and hit the floorDown and down and down some moreDepressionBut I no
w there'll be some wayWhen I can swing everything back my wayLike skyscrapers rising upFloor by floor, I'm not giving upSo
you rock around and think thatYou're the toughestIn the world, the whole wide worldBut you're streets away from whereIt ge
ts the roughestYou ain't been there