you Black and gold, black and gold, black gold I looked up into the night sky and see I saw an eye staring back And all around these golden beacons
you Black and gold Black and gold Black and gold I looked up into the grey sky And see a thousand eyes staring back And all around these golden beacons
Black and gold Black and gold Black and gold I looked up into the night sky And see a thousand eyes staring back And all around these golden beacons
gold, black and gold, black and gold Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold Black and gold, black
hear [Chorus] If you're not really here Then the stars don't even matter I wanna be next to you Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold (Repeat
I was tapping my foot on a Friday night To my favorite band and I was pushed aside I said, "Hey don't push me", no no no one pushes me When I was face
Back woods gold And I'm back on the road Playin' moonshine games But the taste is gonna be the same Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin'
Bird of prey gonna float away To a feather cloud formation I'm gonna dig for pretty and strange Gonna open me up, a black gold vein Arrow on fire, flash
Two boys on a playground Tryin' to push each other down See the crowd gather 'round Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd Black gold in a white plight
I may never get what I want But I'm happy just to die trying And I hope, I ain't done nobody wrong But I miss you smiling And I'm looking for a cure '
Now everybody's looking after me If I'm dragging by some coat tail I can't see it's too dark But I've got to know what's got the best of me When the
Almost gave up yesterday Almost made it to the top Short of dying just the other day Fell short of picking up a mop If it's the thought that counts you
She walks into the outhouse The cold night breathes into her face The flies are standing still now The moon it spills through the place And she starts
Doorways open up and close More ways to a punchline They're all laughing at your clothes Standing in the lunch line You're the talk of the town 'Cause
They say misery Loves company We could start a company And make misery Frustrated Incorporated Well I know just what you need I might just have the
Grandfather watches the grandfather clock And the phone hasn't rang for so long And the time flies by like a vulture in the sky Suddenly he breaks into
