Alan Price - Fools Gold | Текст песни

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• Alan Price
• Fools Gold

Close the door
Come inside
There's a story here that will not be denied
That tells of fools gold
That turned the hearts cold of many men
Way back then
Who believed they stood for music and their dream
But when the hurt comes only boys run for money men
So they work away all day in pain of losing their success
In a life of chauffered cars hotels and one unholy mess
Of pimps and hangers on who only beat the gong for ten per cent
Renting out souls

Yes there've been some
Who've tried in vain
To preserve just what was left of their brain
But in the end they fell
Into a bottomless hell
The prey of pens
And poison friends
Who sold out their secrets
And scarred their good intent
And all that's left is space
And the strange disgrace
Of lives well meant

So they swallow leapers
And mothers weep
At headlines for a day
And their heads hit walls
And can only call
Help me please I pray
For those that are next in line
Have a real good time
Just while ye may, Hey Hey Hey