fools gold

The Stone Roses

The gold roadââ?¬â?¢s sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
The gold roadââ?¬â?¢s sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife

Iââ?¬â?¢m no clown I wonââ?¬â?¢t back down
I donââ?¬â?¢t need you to tell me whatââ?¬â?¢s going down
Down down down down da down down down
Down down down down da down down down

Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you all
Iââ?¬â?¢m seeing you sinking
Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Youââ?¬â?¢re weighing the gold
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you sinking
Foolââ?¬â?¢s gold

These boots were made for walking
The marquis de sade donââ?¬â?¢t wear no boots like these
Goldââ?¬â?¢s just around the corner
Breakdownââ?¬â?¢s coming up round the bend

Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I know the truth and I know what youââ?¬â?¢re thinking

Down down down down da down down down

Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you all
Iââ?¬â?¢m seeing you sinking
Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Youââ?¬â?¢re weighing the gold
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you sinking
Foolââ?¬â?¢s gold

Foolââ?¬â?¢s gold

Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you all
Iââ?¬â?¢m seeing you sinking
Iââ?¬â?¢m standing alone
Youââ?¬â?¢re weighing the gold
Iââ?¬â?¢m watching you sinking
Foolââ?¬â?¢s gold