Shoot yourself in the leg And the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, But it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal what you know That the whole thing is just for show: A cardboard world with painted skies, Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees And they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock To an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel And pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black And I don't even feel the knife in my back. And when we go off to our bed, After struggling for our bread, A pleasant dream may stand instead Of the clamor and noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before And don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing Because it's only a song and it don't mean a thing. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
