Golden Songtext
von Thrift Store Cowboys

Somewhere, the people sit down and they stare
Slowly, as I point the blame at me
Dance with, the thing that brought us down to this
Outside, until I see that I can′t hide
I'm golden
Glad I′m old enough for you
Oh perfect
Someone busted their way through
One night I invented
All the things I once resented
Nothing more and nothing sacred
Till which time then did I fake it
Speak now in the present holding
Hands up now that once were folded
In life full of vanity
At least I'll keep my sanity
I'm golden
Glad I′m old enough for you
Oh perfect
Someone busted their way through I′m not your servant and I don't have you following me
Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me
I′ll stay
If no one holds back we will break
Into
The million pieces that they drew
Now stand
Before you're buried in the sand
Time for
A revolution at your door
I′m golden
Glad I'm old enough for you
Oh perfect
Someone busted their way through
I′m not your servant and I don't have you following me
Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me
I'm not your servant and I won′t have you following me
Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me
I′m golden