Crowning Of The Poor - Ian Brown

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 me 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