What
some men will do here for diamonds
What
some men will do here for gold
They're
wounded but they just keep on climbing
And
sleep by the side of the road
There's
a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
Mad
as a hatter, you're thin as a dime
Go out
to the meadow, the hills are a-green
Sing
me a rainbow, steal me a dream
Small-time
Napoleon's shattered his knees
But
he stays in the saddle for Rose
And
all his disciples, they shave in the gutter
And
they gather what's left of his clothes
What
some men will do here for diamonds
What
some men will do here for gold
They're
wounded but they just keep on climbing
And
sleep by the side of the road
Marco Giunco |
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