Sélectionnez la langue pour traduire cette parole
Johnny wanna be a big starÂ
Get on stage and play the guitarÂ
Make a little money, buy a fancy carÂ
Big old house and an alligatorÂ
Just to match with them alligator shoesÂ
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the bluesÂ
He's singing songs about material thingsÂ
And platinum rings and watches that go blingÂ
But, diamonds don't bling in the darkÂ
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heartÂ
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apartÂ
Cause his fans can't relate to his newfound artÂ
He ain't doing what he did from the startÂ
And that's putting in some feeling and thoughtÂ
He decided to live his life shallowÂ
Passion is love for materialÂ
And its gone, gone goingÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂ
You see yourself in the mirrorÂ
And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiarÂ
But you afraid to open up your soulÂ
Cause you don't really know, don't really knowÂ
Who is, the person that's deep withinÂ
Cause you are content with just being the name brand manÂ
And you fail to see that its trivialÂ
Insignificant, you addicted to materialÂ
I've seen your kind beforeÂ
You the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with inscence sticksÂ
With them vegetarian mealsÂ
To you that's righteousÂ
You're fiction like booksÂ
You need to go out to life and lookÂ
'Cause what happens when they take your materialÂ
You already sold your soul and it's...Â
And its gone, gone goingÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂ
You say that time is money and money is timeÂ
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mindÂ
But what about that crime that you did to get paidÂ
And what about that bid, you can't take it to your brainÂ
What about those shoes you'll wear todayÂ
They'll do no good on the bridges you've burned along the wayÂ
All that money that you got gon' be goneÂ
That gear that you rock gon' be goneÂ
The house up on the hill gon' be goneÂ
The gold fronts on your grill gon' be goneÂ
The ice on your wrist gon' be goneÂ
That nice little Miss gon' be goneÂ
That whip that you roll gon' be goneÂ
And what's worst is your soul already goneÂ
And its gone, gone goingÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂ