Working the goldmine Pushing a pencil around To make the weary world decide and kick some life into the grind
Scrape and scratch away on a clean slate Working the goldmine Wax poetic books to climb A shaft of light and darken heart to raise some life into the hard of heart
Scrape and scratch away at your map and graphite grey on a clean slate Jump, snatch, grab for a form and chuckle You've got to create, change
Work, work, work the goldmine
And all the fools in the world give in, sell out, close down You might as well open up your fair share
Work, work your own goldmine
Salvation salesmen televise peddling the shiny red plastic cups They wish for spells that build your hopes Don't hear a word - they'll rob you blind!
Feel and feel again what it means to grasp event on your own fame Think and think again just on whom it all depends You gotta create, change
work, work your, work work work work the goldmine
And all the gold in the world leaves you cold if it did not come from your own hands You might as well buy this touch your own way to that promised land
All alone and build now Find the hydra grey now Burn the midnight oil now In the light of day now
You've gotta work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, pick it up
Work, work, work the goldmine Work, work, work the goldmine Work, work, work the goldmineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
