[Verse 1]
He's a hollow man in a dead land
He's a fool with men for change
He's a hot shot, in his high rise
A glass of wine and a lady by his side

[Pre-Chorus]
The city is drunk on the money he's burnt
Yet he still prays these whispered words
Of 'things are good cause I'm not dead yet'

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
He's a warrior and a fighter
He's a fool with a twisted smile
In his bloodstream, runs the story
Of a maestro cut loose in the hands of misuse

[Pre-Chorus]
The city is drunk on the money he's burnt
Yet he still prays these whispered words
Of 'things are good cause I'm not dead yet'

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold

[Bridge]
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, what a sight to see
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more
A sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more

[Chorus]
Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold
Look at you maestro, look at your poor soul