Gold From Lead Lyrics & Chords By Buen Chico

You've been talking, oh, so quickly,
And there really is no need.

Don't try to justify, when you can easily compromise.
Someday gold may come from this old lead, you'd really be surprised.

Black bin liners, set on fire.
Wasted bread it does my head in.
Don't be brittle, bend a little with this.

You've been talking, oh, so quickly,
And there really is no need.

Nice try, but your not blind, you can see what's left behind.
So look round at what you found to not be worth your time.

Black bin liners, set on fire.
Wasted bread it does my head in.
Don't be brittle, bend a little with this.

This all just makes me ill,
Straight to the landfill.
Someday soon ways to make gold from lead will be found,
But you can't spare the time so you bury it in the ground.

Lay on the ground with your ear to the turf,
Take off your clothes and roll in the dirt,
Now take just a second to think what that's worth

And don't try to justify, when you can easily compromise.
Someday gold may come from this old lead, you'd really be surprised.

Black bin liners, set on fire.
Wasted bread it does my head in.
Don't be brittle, bend a little with this.