Fools Gold — текст песни (Stone Roses)

The gold roads sure a long road

Winds on through the hills for fifteen days

The pack on my back is aching

The straps seem to cut me like a knife

The gold roads sure a long road

Winds on through the hills for fifteen days

The pack on my back is aching

The straps seem to cut me like a knife



Im no clown I wont back down

I dont need you to tell me whats going down

Down down down down da down down down

Down down down down da down down down





Im standing alone

Im watching you all

Im seeing you sinking

Im standing alone

Youre weighing the gold

Im watching you sinking

Fools gold



These boots were made for walking

The marquis de sade dont wear no boots like these

Golds just around the corner

Breakdowns coming up round the bend



Sometimes you have to try to get along dear

I know the truth and I know what youre thinking



Down down down down da down down down



Im standing alone

Im watching you all

Im seeing you sinking

Im standing alone

Youre weighing the gold

Im watching you sinking

Fools gold



Fools gold



Im standing alone

Im watching you all

Im seeing you sinking

Im standing alone

Youre weighing the gold

Im watching you sinking

Fools gold