Seven years of purgatory, I spent them digging ditches and Scraping by on barley tea and thin gruel from the trenches

I had old Broadway dreams of riches, power, fame and glory I had those wall street dreams of fine cocaine and brass rings

Seven years of agony I crushed it all with ornate

Carvings of the gods and mystic icons from the temple

Exquisite tapestries, and samples of the highest art

Tales from the walled kingdoms. and swan songs a far land

Yeah victory! After seven years of agony!

I get to be a courtesan this year

I get to be a courtesan this year!

Seven years of sacrifice, I watched the bourgeois sipping Cocktails and highballs laced with gold flake and pearls. While i was slowly plotting my slow ascent to corporate heaven I could be a popinjay and chomping on them fine cigars

Seven years of waiting. I imagine me reclined on scarlet velvet chairs, and breathing poppies and incense. I had old Broadway dreams of riches, power, fame and glory I had old Broadway dreams of something in the distance