Gone Going

Johnny wanna be a big star

Get on stage and play the guitar

Make a little money

Buy a fancy car

Big old house and an 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 from the heart

Sooner or later

He'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 putting

In some feeling and thought

He decided to live his life shallow

Passion is 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

Awkward with their things gone

You see yourself in the mirror

And you feel safe

'Coz it looks familiar

But you 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 are content

With just being the nieve brown man

And you fail to see that it's trivial

Insignificant

You addicted to material

I've seen your kind before

You're the type

That thinks souls is sold in a store

Packaged up with incense sticks

With them vegetarian meals

To you that's righteous

You're fiction like books

You need to go out to life and look

'Coz 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 mind in your money

And your money on your mind

But what about that crime

That you did to get paid

And what about that bid

You can't take it to your brain

Why you on about those shoes

You'll wear today

They'll do no good on the bridges

You've walked 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

The 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

Gone

Gone