Gone Going - karaoke text
Johnny wanna be a big starGet on stage and play the guitarMake a little money, buy a fancy carBig old house and an alligatorJust to match with them alligator shoesHe's a rich man so he's no longer singing the bluesHe's singing songs about material thingsAnd platinum rings and watches that go blingBut, diamonds don't bling in the darkHe a star now, but he ain't singing from the heartSooner or later he's just gonna fall apartCoz his fans can't relate to his new found artHe ain't doing what he did from the startAnd that's putting in some feeling and thoughtHe decided to live his life shallowPassion is love for material And its gone... gone... going...Gone... everything gone... give a damn...Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...Gone people... all awkward with their things... gone. You see yourself in the mirrorAnd you feel safe coz it looks familiarBut you afraid to open up your soulCoz you don't really know, don't really knowWho he is, the person that's deep withinCoz you are content with just being the name-brand manAnd you fail to see that its trivialInsignificant, you addicted to material You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a storePackaged up with incense sticksWith them vegetarian mealsTo you that's righteousYou're fiction like booksYou need to go out to life and lookCoz... what happens when they take your materialYou already sold your soul and its...And its gone... gone... going...Gone... everything gone... give a damn...Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...Gone people... all awkward with their things... gone. You say that time is money and money is timeSo you got mind in your money and your money on your mindBut what about... that crime that you did to get paidAnd what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brainWhat about those shoes you'll wear todayThey'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way All that money that you got gonna be goneThat gear that you rock gonna be goneThe house up on the hill gonna be goneThe gold purse on your grill gonna be goneThe ice on your wrist gonna be goneThat nice little Miss gonna be goneThat whip that you roll gonna be goneAnd what's worst is your soul's already gone And its gone... gone... going...Gone... everything gone... give a damn...Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...Gone people... all awkward with their things... gone. Vice na www.karaoketexty.cz
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