Текст песни Fools Gold - The Stone Roses

The 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

The 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 I won't back down
I 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
Fool's gold

These boots were made for walking
The Marquis de Sade don't wear no boots like these

Gold's just around the corner
Breakdown's coming up round the bend

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
Fool's gold
Fool's 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
Fool's gold
Fool's gold