Pots of gold

por FJ Pelarda/JC Sarasa | Brewed tales

Lyrics - Letra

 

POTS OF GOLD

Don’t believe what they tell you is true
It will be nothing more than a hoax
Loaded guys will not think of you
It’s only money that’s in their pokes

Even if you are a faun
Please do not count on the leprechaun
His rainbow is a blindfold
You’ll never find pots of gold

You’ll never find pots of gold

Everything that they tell you is something that you will have to hide from
If you are told you are in the zone
Don’t think that is so
Let them go

Everything that they tell you is something that you will have to hide from
If you are told you are in the zone
Don’t think that is so
Let them go

Let them go

Don’t give credit to faux gods
They want nothing but war and hate
And beware of bogus frauds
Don’t ever swallow their crooked bait

Even if you are a faun
Please do not count on the leprechaun
His rainbow is a blindfold
You’ll never find pots of gold

You’ll never find pots of gold

Everything that they tell you is something that you will have to hide from
If you are told you are in the zone
Don’t think that is so
Let them go

Everything that they tell you is something that you will have to hide from
If you are told you are in the zone
Don’t think that is so
Let them go

Let them go
The pots of gold
The pots of gold
Let them go