So you say you been searchin’ for a heart of gold,
Cliché,
You’ll never find one with a heart so cold,
The mine’s filled with water and the troops gone home,
And you’ll be left with nuthin but piles of stone,
Pyrite,
You’ll be laughin til the fool’s go home,
I’m right,
And you know it cause the truth’s been sown,
Put your fingers on the button but there’s no dial tone,
It goes 920-68 oh
Go head,
Think about it til your mind gets blown,
And grab ahold of someone so you don’t feel alone,
Ozone,
I said it cause your heads in the clouds,
And the rains burnin’ holes in your **** stained house,
Listen close ,
let me til you what its all about,
its no secret what goes on when the lights go out.