Tekster:
Golden Birds

Walking along on a path in the mountains I saw a bird flying way up high Gold were it's wings in that time of the morning Flashing at me as they flew

think of her wasted life For youth cannot mate with age; And her beauty was sold for an old man's gold, She's a bird in a gilded cage

like bird, dizzy in my head Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe Shine like gold, buzz like

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me What they say That the bird in my chest was dead But that's never, never, never She ain't my thug no

called over valleys of endless seas. Siberian Khatru Anderson/Howe/Wakeman Sing, bird of prey; Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner? Gold

spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in

, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready, go deh, 'Cause now the fire is out of control, Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold! Everywhere this fiyah is burning, Destroying and melting their gold

say it's a dog When ya know it's a cat You say it's a mouse When you know it's a rat You say it's fish When you know it's a bird Tell me nothin' 'Bout

song Chorus-Amerie baby- you know the size of this sh*t I flips it quickly loose this trouble for these people get with me holla at my hoes 'cause i dip my bitches from gold