Lyrics

Fool's gold! Bitter babes will spit and spout All the things they're thrown about All the things we've done without All the life we live without Pride, faith, heart & soul Come together -- take control All the babes in their places Now's the time, let's go to punch it You can live in the trenches Or in a house with picket fences (Distorted incoherent male voice) Pride, faith, heart & soul Come together -- take control Hey man I see you standing there by yourself And from across the room I can't tell if you're laughin' Or cryin' But I know one thing: You look reaaaal funny It's okay, I'm funny too Pride, faith, heart & soul Come together -- take control
Writer(s): Mark Wilson, Curtis Youe, Graham Fallows Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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