The Stone Roses

Gold road'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
Gold road'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

I'm no clown
Don't want back down
Don't need you to tell me what's going down
Down down down down da-down down down
Down down down down da-down down down

I'm standing alone
I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone
You're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fools Gold

These boots weren't made for walking
The Marquis de Sade never made no boots like these
Gold's just around the corner
Breakdown's coming up round the bend
(What you doing? You've all gone mad)

Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I know the truth and I know what you're thinking

Down down down down da-down down down

I'm standing alone
I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone
You're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fools Gold
Fools Gold

I'm standing alone
I'm watching you all
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone
You're weighing the gold
I'm watching you sinking
Fools Gold
Fools Gold