Maestro - Intellectual

[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

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'

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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

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'

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

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

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