Angels - Ivory Stairs lyrics

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan To make himself a singularly self-made man New Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent You got everything that you want Cats are runnin' to your candy coloured Chevrolet Comsume and comsume and the loser has to pay The higher you climb, th deeper you go Talk about a change, nothing change so slow Climbing up te ivory stairs, never gonna get anywhere Slipping on the first step, can't get a good grip Climbing up the ivory stairs The kid on the street with his aim to the ground All those credit card conspiracies eating flesh by the pound Parlour-cum dance between the sun and the moon They got you dancing to a gallow's tune Climbing up te ivory stairs, never gonna get anywhere Slipping on the first step, can't get a good grip Climbing up the ivory stairs Oh no, you've found the door Too late you found that you never got the key Oh no, in the confusion Don't turn your weary eyes on me ---------------------------------------------------------------------------