Gone going 黑眼豆豆歌詞

johnny wanna be a big star
get on stage and play the guitar
make a little money, buy a fancy car
big old house and an alligator
just to match with them alligator shoes
hes a rich man so hes no longer singing the blues
hes singing songs about material things
and platinum rings and watches that go bling
but, diamonds dont bling in the dark
he a star now, but he aint singing from the heart
sooner or later hes just gonna fall apart
coz his fans cant relate to his new found art
he aint doing what he did from the start
and thats putting in some feeling and thought
he decided to live his life shallow
passion is love for material
and its gone... gone... going...
gone... everything gone... give a damn...
gone be the birds when they dont want to sing...
gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
you see yourself in the mirror
and you feel safe coz it looks familiar
but you afraid to open up your soul
coz you dont really know, dont really know
who is, the person thats deep within
coz you are content with just being the nieve brown man
and you fail to see that its trivial
insignificant, you addicted to material
ive seen your kind before
your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
packaged up with inscent sticks
with them vegetarian meals
to you thats righteous
youre fiction like books
you need to go out to life and look
coz... what happens when they take your material
you already sold your soul
and its gone... gone... going...
gone... everything gone... give a damn...
gone be the birds when they dont want to sing...
gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
you say that time is money and money is time
so you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
but what about... that crime that you did to get paid
and what about... that bid, you cant take it to your brain
why you on about those shoes youll wear today
theyll do no good on the bridges youve walked along the way
all that money that you got gonna be gone
that gear that you rock gonna be gone
the house up on the hill gonna be gone
the gold -- on your grill gonna be gone
the ice on your wrist gonna be gone
that nice little miss gonna be gone
that whip that you roll gonna be gone
and whats worst is your soul will be gone
and its gone... gone... going...
gone... everything gone... give a damn...
gone be the birds when they dont want to sing...
gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.