Searching gold in the midnight cold We travelled arm in arm at the same pace Keeping each other warm in the rising storm Searching gold Where's the gold
coats Searching gold in the midnight cold We travelled arm in arm at the same pace Keeping each other warm in the rising storm Searching gold Where's the gold
a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break you This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do [2Pac] Peep
(Lyrics: Gold-Janey Diamond / Music: Gold-Bloss) I'm on my way to the other side I've broken doors and shattered glass I've derailed from the joyrider
that's true Are you Satan, are you man? You've changed in life since it began It began Vultures sucking gold from you Will they still suck now you're through (Cats, Rats) The search
and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground Joseph found Shining plates of gold "What are these Golden
[Chorus] She was covered in leather and gold 21 years old I lost her in the cold It's unfair she's out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
follows spring all the things you do. give me a reaon to build my world around you. Some men follow rainbows i am told. some men search for silver some for gold
(Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies
Somewhere Dude; Ho!) I Know That Out There Theres A Few (Put Ya Hands Up Ladies; Yea Man) See I've Been Searching I Don't What To Do Can You Help Me? (
to be a child again So many things to do Playground noise and coloured toys And everything brand new I'd like to be a pirate ship In search of hidden gold
stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold
stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold
from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do
