roy johnson
Follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the end meansI´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up redJust one taste is all you needI´m never going homeOnce you feel itI´m never giving inOnce you taste itI´m going to find a wayI´m going to make it lastThrowing your lies into the throats of unknowing5 long years meet their endWe were the patron saint of putting it all on blackWhen it always came up redThe dream is dead!