Well ya thought you were one of the chosen few

Ya tried to change the world but the world changed you

Oh yeah, you've gotten old but you didn't get wise

And now you can't see further than those dollar signs



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You got GOLD FEVER its makin' you blind

You got GOLD FEVER sell your brothers down the line



Ooh yeah they're down there workin' their fingers

to the bone

But you couldn't care much less, you just

keep counting out your gold

So you think you got the Midas touch

But let me tell ya mister you ain't worth that much



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Well ya tell me just how you sleep at night

When ya know what ya doin' just ain't right

Ooh yeah bad money breeds bad men

Now it bothers me to think I used to call you a friend



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