Well ya thought you were one of the chosen few Ya tried to change the world but the world changed you Oh yeah, you've gotten old but you didn't get wise And now you can't see further than those dollar signs
You got gold fever It's makin' you blind You got gold fever Sell your brothers down the line
Ooh yeah they're down there workin' their fingers to the bone But you couldn't care much less, you just keep counting out your gold So you think you got the Midas touch But let me tell ya mister you ain't worth that much
You got gold fever It's makin' you blind You got gold fever Sell your brothers down the line
Well ya tell me just how you sleep at night When ya know what ya doin' just ain't right Ooh yeah bad money breeds bad men Now it bothers me to think I used to call you a friend
You got gold fever It's makin' you blind You got gold fever Sell your brothers down the line
You got gold fever It's makin' you blind You got gold fever Sell your brothers down the lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
