Keep yourself poor with nothing to show Always put the ones who love you on hold Still seeking riches down another mans road And the prize is under your nose
You're looking for fools gold, you don't want to know In front of your face is a vein of pure gold If you mined your own heart you'd find an empty hole Foolish pride dressed up as fools gold
Glitter will blind you till you can't see Living a lie won't set you free One of these days I hope you'll agree What you've sown is what you'll reap
You could have the worlds biggest shovel in your hand And the hardest working crew, man for man You just don't seem to understand There's no pay dirt in quicksandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
