Gone Going

Johnny want to be a big star
 Get on stage and play the guitar
 Make a little money, buy a fancy car
 Big old house and an alligator
 Just to match with them alligator shoes
 He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
 He's singing songs about material things
 And platinum rings and watches that go bling
 But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
 He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
 Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
 'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art
 He ain't doing what he did from the start
 And that's putting in some feeling and thought
 He decided to live his life shallow
 Cash in his love for material
 And it's gone, gone, going
 Gone, everything gone, give a damn
 Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
 Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone
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 You see yourself in the mirror
 And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar
 But you afraid to open up your soul
 'Cause you don't really know, don't really know
 Who is, the person that's deep within
 'Cause you are content with just being the name brand man
 And you fail to see that its trivial
 Insignificant, you addicted to material
 I've seen your kind before
 Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
 Packaged up with incense sticks
 With them vegetarian meals
 To you that's righteous
 You're fiction like books
 You need to go out to life and look
 'Cause, what happens when they take your material
 And you already sold your soul
 And it's gone, gone, going
 Gone, everything gone, give a damn
 Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
 Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone
 
 You say that time is money and money is time
 So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
 But what about, that crime that you did to get paid
 And what about, that bid, you can't take it to your brain
 Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today?
 They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way
 All that money that you got gon' be gone
 That gear that you rock gon' be gone
 The house up on the hill gon' be gone
 The gold, on your grill gon' be gone
 The ice on your wrist gon' be gone
 That nice little Miss gon' be gone
 That whip that you roll gon' be gone
 And what's worst is your soul already gone
 And it's gone, gone, going
 Gone, everything gone, give a damn
 Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
 Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone