The Backyard Of My Life
Black Rose Ball
Red rain falls on the clock tower
When midnight strikes at the black rose ball
A glass slipper stands alone at the bottom
Of the steps behind a fire wall
The lonesome organ grinder
Wipes a smile from his face
As the upper class raise a glass
To keep the poor in there place
Under chandeliers by candle light
The blue bloods gather
At the black rose ball tonight
Dark clouds form over the dirty town
As politicians preach at the black rose ball
Broken promises spill out as mistresses
Witness the rise and fall
The unfortunate joking jester
Is paid to play the fool
In front of those who stick up there nose
And think there the exception to the rule
Drinking champagne in the twilight
The blue bloods gather
At the black rose ball tonight
There wealthy tycoons with golden spoons
Sipping on there chardonnay
In a secret hideaway
With two tickets too the Albert hall
A magnificent performance
At the black rose ball
Hard hail hits the cathedral roof
As the crown of the aristocracy prepare
For the black rose ball
Lady Penelope counts the empty bottles
Standing on the wall
The phantom of the opera
Realises hes not the only lonely one
As arrogant aristocrats tip there hats
To another deal done
Waiting for the hammer to fall
Down at the black rose ball
By Keith Hagger
