Bags Of Gold Lyrics

You are a regular brute of a man
You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand
Oh, come on, take a shot for the proletariat
You've a knife in your pocket and a feather in your cap

Oh, I was very serious with books about my head
I couldn't write, but read 'em all before I went to bed
Didn't I

Bags of gold
Gold
Gold
Gold

There are plenty ways to get your gold for free
They hit that plunder at the bottom of the deep hollow tree It climbed the bark and scaled the branch
It grows in all the leaves
And now its ripe for the picking for the other petty thieves

Oh, I am in the city now I'm slaving for a wage
If I ever want a bag of gold I'll have to wait an age
Bags of gold

Bags of gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Oh, gold
Oh, bags of gold
Capable of corruption
Of any honest man
I will keep on working for them, anybody can

Bags of gold
Gold
Gold
Gold

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