Friday, July 1, 2011

Lyrics - Fool's Gold

Fill your cup coz mine runneth over,
Fill it up if such a thing can be.
Give him some money money money money, fuckin' money,
The fool he thinks that it's what makes him tick.

My neighbour's surfing on the rising fever.
And the guy at work who sits across of me.
Someone ask him what his treasure looks like,
The fool's got a spade and he is off to dig.

Fool's gold

Do you know where this train is-a-going?
Do you know what it is gonna leave?
Why he is running, running running running, why he's running?
The fool he saw a track so let him be.

Of course there is a short-cut to that heaven.
Those who watch their steps are going down.
Please ask him to find what he's made for.
The fool he thinks that kings are made of crowns.

Fool's gold