Hanging out down by the lake
I've got a pocket full of Dollars ,but it won't buy change
Cracking a "For heaven's sake"
It won't send me any help coz I've forsaken my faith
For money and gold
Hanging out down by the lake
I can almost sense it's mother's heartache
Dusk seems a little drunk
A flat footed shuffle and a listless funk
As it blankets the lake with gold
Like cinnamon, like silver, we could never have beaten the law
Pepper and coffee in our red,red wine
All the shit that we fall for
It just sounds so much better
The stories and the colours make life worth living for
Hanging around with my friends
I can be myself no need to pretend
Cracking a smile at the corner of our mouth's
A beautiful day in our home down South
Egoli
The city of gold
Like cinnamon, Like silver we never could have beaten the law
Pepper and coffee in our red, red wine
All the shit that we fall for
Four leaf clovers and a rusted horseshoe
Superstitions galore
Santa Clause and the holy lore
All the things that man adores
They just sound so much better
The stories and the colours make life worth living for
Like cinnamon, like silver we never could have beaten the law Pepper and coffe in our red, red wine
All the shit that we fall for
It just sounds so much better the stories and the colours make life worth living for
Hanging out down by the lake
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