Johnny wanna
be a big star
get on stage
and play the guitar
Make a little money
buy a fancy car
a big old house
and a alligator
Just to match with
them alligator shoes
he's a rich man
so he's no longer
singing the blues
He's singing songs
about material things and
platinum rings and
watches that go bling
but
Diamonds don't bling
in the dark
he a star now
but he ain't singing it
from the heart
Sooner or later
it's just gonna fall apart
coz his fans can't relate
to his new found art
He ain't doing
what he did
from the start
and that's puttin' in
some feeling and thought
He decided to live
his life shallow
cash in his love
for material
and it's gone
Gone going, gone
everything gone
give a damn
Gone be the birds
when they don't
want to sing
"Gone people"
Up awkward
with their things
gone
You see yourself
in the mirror and you
feel safe coz it
looks familiar
but you're
Afraid to open up
your soul coz you
don't really know
don't really know
who is
The person that's
deep within
coz you're content
with just being the
name brand man and ya
Fail to see that it's trivial
insignificant
you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
you the type that thinks
souls is sold in a store
Packaged up
with incense sticks
with them
vegetarian melts
to you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
you need to go out
to life and look
coz er
What happens when
they take your material
you already sold
your soul
and it's
Gone going, gone
everything gone
give a damn
Gone be the birds
when they don't
want to sing
"Gone people"
Up awkward
with their things
gone
You say that
time is money and
Money is time so you
got your mind on
your money and your
money on your mind
but what about
That crime that you did
to get paid
and what about
that bit you can't
take it to your grave
And what about the
shoes you're in today
they'll do no good
On the bridges
you burnt along the way
all that money
that you got
gonna be gone
That gear that you rock
gonna be gone
the house up on the hill
gonna be gone
That gold purse
on your grill
gonna be gone
the ice on your wrist
gonna be gone
That nice little Miss
gonna be gone
that whip that you roll
gonna be gone
And what's worst
is your soul
will be gone
and it's gone
Gone going, gone
everything gone
give a damn
Gone be the birds
when they don't
want to sing
"Gone people"
Up awkward
with their things
gone