Gone Going - The Vocal Masters
Written by:Adams/Johnson
Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money buy a fancy car
A big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer
Singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now but he ain't
Singing it from the heart
Sooner or later it's just gonna fall apart
'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Passion is love for material
And it's gone gone going
Gone everything gone give a d*mn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people up awkward with their things gone
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
'Cause you don't really know don't really know
Who is the person that's deep within
'Cause you content with just being the naive brown man
And you fail to see that it's trivial
Insignificant you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is
Sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
'Cause what happens when they take your material
You already sold your soul and it's
Gone going
Gone everything gone give a d*mn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people up awkward with their things gone
You say that time is money and money is time
So you got mind in your money and your money
On your mind
But what about that crime that you did to get
Paid
And what about that bid you can't take it to
Your brain
What about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good on the bridges
You burnt along the way
All that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house upon the hill gonna be gone
The gold purse on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little miss gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
And what's worst is your soul will be gone
And it's gone gone going
Gone everything gone give a d*mn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people up awkward with their things gone