Fools Gold

Gold road's 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 Gold road's 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 I'm no clown, I won't back down, don't need you to tell me what's going down Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all, I'm seeing you sinking I'm standing alone, you're weighing the gold, I'm watching you sinking Fool's gold These boots weren't made for walking The marquis de sade never made no boots like these Gold's just around the corner Breakdown's coming up round the bend Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the truth and I know what you're thinking Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down I'm standing alone, I'm watching you all, I'm seeing you sinking I'm standing alone, you're weighing the gold, I'm watching you sinking Fool's gold --- Fools Gold - The Stone Roses