One Man's Heaven (Remastered)

There's an upstairs office on the corner of a downtown street and there's a
man with his finger on the pulse of the rock and roll heat and like a
spider in a window, at the top of the stairs
preying on the innocent and, unaware he don't
care if you're standing there dead on your feet

Sharp suit, fat fingered, smiles like a ravenin' shark
might have seen the light but he's sure to keep you in the dark the
words come fast and they, stick like honey you
think he's there for you, but he's, there for the money and
that's all he makes, and he takes more than you'll ever know
And it's the

winner who calls the loser who falls
fact that I know very well One man's heaven is a
another man's vision of hell

Caught like a fly, you question his good intent
He ain't moved a muscle and he's hit you for forty percent You
say you don't like it and he, shakes his head you
can't have been listening to, what he said 'cause
he ain't into charity and son, you better get that through 'cause it's

winner who calls the loser who falls
fact that I know very well One man's heaven is a
another man's vision of hell
a vision of hell