Bags of Gold

Текст песни Jay Jay Pistolet - Bags of Gold

[Verse 1]
You are a regular brute of a man
You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand
Oh come on take your shot for the proletariat
Where’s the knife in your pocked and the feather in your cap?

[Pre Chorus]
Oh, I was very serious with books above my head
I couldn’t write but read them all before I went to bed
Didn’t I?

[Chorus]
Bags of go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old

[Verse 2]
There are plenty ways to get your gold for free
You hit your plunder at the bottom of the family tree
No bite, no bark, break off a branch, it grows on all the leaves
And now it’s right for the picking for the other petty thieves

[Pre Chorus]
Oh, I am so embarrassed and I’m slaving for a wage
If I ever want a bag of gold, I’d have to wait an age
Wouldn’t I?
[Chorus]
Bags of go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old, oh
Bags of gold

[Bridge]
Give up all of comfort like no [?]
But I will keep working on working for them all the time I can

[Chorus]
Bags of go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old
Go-o-o-old, oh