Spend your days prayin' at the bank
with a blank cheque, and a void stamp
A pocket full of spare change
Wishing it all to gold
/
Can't turn dirt into diamonds
hands full of rocks,
and you still keep trying
to keep pitchin' that pyrite
nothin' gold is here to stay
Spent hours chasing 'round clock hands
circles unmindfully fashioned
selling seconds for minutes
to the man between the bars
\
Can't turn dirt into diamonds
hands full of rocks,
and you still keep trying
to keep pitchin' pyrite
nothin' gold is here to stay
You've been some type of rolllin' stone
found There's no place quite like home
when the dust has settled and
I'm the last thing on your mind
Not everything that shines, is for the crows eye
