Eu devia estar contente Porque eu tenho um emprego Sou um dito cidadao respeitavel E ganho quatro mil cruzeiros Por mes Eu devia agradecer ao Senhor
Traducción: Seixas, Raul. Ouro De Tolo.
She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned Now she
I was trying hard to win Save the world and be the king I was out there in the race Trying hard to force the pace Fool's gold fooled me too Bright and
(Timmy Tappan/Don Roth) If I only knew then what I know now You wouldn't be sayin' goodbye But I let you down, I was never around When you needed
(intro) Fool's gold, sparkling like the midnight sun Fool's gold, touch the ivory handles on my gun (sold out to me? ), charlatans and thieves (so wrong
(GUITAR & KEYBOARDS INTRO) I was falling off to sleep I was drawn into a dream and the lady there would weep 'till it turned into a stream and
Somewhere in a market square The cobblestone still shine Glassy eyes behold the sight Through another cup of wine... The one eyed jester skips and turns
My head is heavy and bent like a crane The wrecking ball blues are coming again And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride" But living's no fun when
It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete We all fell down now we just hop around
[Music: KerA¤nen, Words: Orjatsalo] Gather ye 'round me, and do bend your ears For this story you're about to hear Intriguing tale of deceit and sin
I been doing my homework now for a long long time And everything that I look for I know I will one day find I'm a fool so I'm told I get left in the cold
Some say this life I live is only foolishness No waiting pot of gold in the faith that I possess But the treasures of this life will slowly turn to dust
Wake up from this nightmare Wake up in a cold sweat Reach for you hand, but you're not there While I'm trying so hard to just forget Can't you tell
There's a machine in my head, there's a grinding in my brain The best part is that it turns you on The grinding penetrates under the sheets my dear We
In the year of the famine when starvation And black death raged across the land There were many driven by their hunger To set sail for the Americas In
She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned Now
