Jack Johnson "Gone, Gone, Gone" |
Look at all those fancy clothes But these could keep us warm just like those What about your soul, is it cold? Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold? And cars and fones and diamond rings Bling bling Those are only removable things What about your mind, does it shine? Are there things that concern you, more than your time? Gone, Goin, gone everything, gone give a damn Gone be the birds when they dont wana sing Gone people all awkward with their things Gone And look at you out to make a deal You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal What about those shoes your in today They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way You willing to sell anything Gone with your heard Leave your footprints and we'll shame them with our words Gone peolple all carful and consumed Gone Gone, Goin, gone everything, gone give a damn Gone be the birds when they dont wana sing Gone people all awkward with their things Gone Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |