When you got home from work you just lay on your bed Went through your pages, some things don't make sense Gotta be solid to hold sway, unsoldered to win the day You're a soldier it's okay, tell yourself it's okay Spinning straw into gold Straw into gold Straw into gold
Well the maritime pines, four sails on the horizon The closing-down place I almost bought the mandolin Voluminous squid and the knife-wielding fishermen Stationary shop, mandarin trees laden Spinning straw into gold Straw into gold Straw into gold
‘That's rich coming from you', he said ‘you're impossible!' In his long oil-skin coat I said ‘you're no picnic neither' No, you're no picnic neither
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it The banks have all broken, we've got to cash all our chips in
Freddy gave us his advice Slinging spirits, two cubes of ice He says we're lumps of molasses Singing out our asses Spinning straw into gold Straw into gold Straw into gold Gold, straw into gold
And I've got all I need Wild animals got you There's nothing more I'd like Than to have you in the room
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it Strings behind everything, and it's just a matter of learning
Spinning straw into gold Straw into gold Straw into gold Gold, straw into gold Gold, straw into goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
