Ooooh, listen to the singers tap
There is sad dreams hanging about it
All for the gain of the wallet of the fat man
I don't want to be a bad man
'Cause I'll stand with my pride in my pocket
But I won't rely it for them to knock it down
Ooooh, listen to the singers tap
But, forty days and forty nights
'Til I'll get to where I'm going
A hundred stairs a million miles
But I won't trade the silver plate
For some pyrite promise
If it ain't real
It ain't worth my sound, no way to worth mine
To the royalty coming oooh, oooh
Perhaps I'm just a number
But even as a number
With a value you won't discover
I'm not sold by your royalty at all
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No, No
Forty days and forty nights
'Til I'll get to where I'm going
A hundred stands a million miles
But I won't trade the silver plate
For some pyrite promise
If it ain't real
It ain't worth my sound, no way to worth mine
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It ain't worth my time
Ooooh, forty days and forty nights
'Til I'll get to where I'm going
A hundred stands a million miles
But I won't trade the silver plate
For some pyrite promise
If it ain't real
It ain't worth my sound, ain't worth my time