Stone Roses

The gold roads sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
The gold roads sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
Im no clown I wont back down
I dont need you to tell me whats going down
Down down down down da down down down
Down down down down da down down down
Im standing alone
Im watching you all
Im seeing you sinking
Im standing alone
Youre weighing the gold
Im watching you sinking
Fools gold
These boots were made for walking
The marquis de sade dont wear no boots like these