Gone Going lyrics
Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car A big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues He's singing songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling But diamonds don't bling in the dark He's a star now but he ain't singing it from the heart Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart 'Cause his fans can't relate to his newfound art He ain't doing what he did from the start And that's putting in some feeling and thought He decided to live his life shallow Cash in his love for material And it's gone Gone going gone Everything gone Give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people all awkward with their things Gone You see yourself in the mirror and you Feel safe cuz it looks familiar but you Are afraid to open up your soul cuz you Don't really know, don't really know who is The person that's deep within cuz you Content with just being the name brand man And you fail to see that it's trivial Insignificant you addicted to material I've seen your car before You're the type that thinks souls are sold in the store Packaged up with incense sticks With a vegetarian meal To you that's righteous You're fiction, like books You need to go out to life and look Cuz what happens when I take your material And you already sold your soul And it's gone Gone going gone Everything gone Give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people all awkward with their things Gone You say that time is money and money is time So you got your mind on your money and your money on your mind But what about the crime that you did to get paid And what about that bid you can't you take it to your grave And what about those shoes you're wearing today They'll do no good On the bridges you burnt along the way All that money that you got gonna be gone And that hair that you got gonna be gone The house upon the hill gonna be gone The gold fronts 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 what's worse is your soul's already gone Yeah it's gone Gone going gone Everything gone Give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people all awkward with their things Gone Gone
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