Standard (EADGBE)
Born in a slum in Rome
Born in filth and rags
You climb the weary road of youth
Alone and often sad
You climb the hills your feet get sore
And then your heart goes numb
And as you reach your teenage years
A whore you do become
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
Its the same old story
Its been going on for years
Well now all around you men do fall
But you know dont you know
That youre just lusts pawn
The poverty you felt in youth
Well it still plays a part
The poverty once in your purse
Well now its in your heart
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
Its the same old story
Its been going on for years
So now the money starts to flow
Well how sweet for a short time
But then the sweetness does turn sour
Its another weary time
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
Its the same old story
Its been going on for years