Shoot yourself in the leg & the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, But it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal what you know That the whole thing is just for show: A cardboard world with painted skies, Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock To an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, After struggling for our bread, A pleasant dream may stand instead Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing Because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing.
Shoot yourself in the leg & the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, But it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal what you know That the whole thing is just for show: A cardboard world with painted skies, Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock To an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, After struggling for our bread, A pleasant dream may stand instead Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing Because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing.
