I was poor in love I was poor in wealth I was okay in everything else there was Oh, I was poor in love I was poor in love I was poor in love I was poor in wealth I was okay in everything else there was Oh, I was poor in love I was poor in love She took me aside and said Look, I don't do this every day You got style All you've got is style I can see it from a mile away Oh, I was poor in love I was poor in love You were born again, rich in name alone Your jesuit profile will suit the coming apocalypse Oh, I was poor in love Poor in love Why's everybody sing along? Why's everybody sing along When we built this city on ruins Why's everybody sing along? Why's everybody sing along When we built this city on ruins On, ruins Oh, ruins On, ruins