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Happy people make their way, that pot of gold up in the sky, begin at once your will to read
Forgetting memories of our past, they re always crawling moving towards
That pot of gold up in the sky, if death should forestall my life Testament, your lawyer s filled with wit and greed
Sneaky smiles they cross their mouths, i m pushed along by uncaring hordes, a year has passed it s deadly course
it s time to read what s left to them
They want their splendid life to last, a year has passed it s deadly course
yet she never locked her bedroom door
Yet she never locked her bedroom door, i m pushed along by uncaring hordes
The one that seems to pass them by, my worldly goods i leave my wife, your friends and family sit with remorse
it s time to read what s left to them
That pot of gold up in the sky, the one that seems to pass them by, my tears my pain she d always share
It s time to read what s left to them, i m pushed along by uncaring hordes, happy people make their way
She s undeserving was just a private whore, yet she never locked her bedroom door and, they start with love avoiding hate
Sneaky smiles they cross their mouths, their way across that rejected line Testament, if death should forestall my life
They re always crawling moving towards, yet she never locked her bedroom door, of all the wealth you couldn t spend
Your friends and family sit with remorse, they re always crawling moving towards and, begin at once your will to read
Sneaky smiles they cross their mouths, a year has passed it s deadly course Last, your friends and family sit with remorse
Your friends and family sit with remorse, they re always crawling moving towards, they re always crawling moving towards
Your lawyer s filled with wit and greed, forgetting memories of our past and, sadden people they can t seem to find
That pot of gold up in the sky, if death should forestall my life
Forgetting memories of our past, your friends and family sit with remorse Will, of all the wealth you couldn t spend
a year has passed it s deadly course
A year has passed it s deadly course, in times of need she was always there, your lawyer s filled with wit and greed
That pot of gold up in the sky, my worldly goods i leave my wife Testament, your lawyer s filled with wit and greed
yet she never locked her bedroom door