Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
I know it’s a long shot
But I heard fortune favours the bold
Now they tell me be solid, make paper
And do what you’re told
Guess I’d rather have holes in my shoes
Than be drowning in gold
In the heat of the moment
My mind got left out in the cold
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Do you think that it’s worth it?
Can I buy back my soul when it’s gone?
In the ground, you’re alone
And your bank account won’t keep you warm
I see through you
You’re made out of glass with a heart made of stone
And the thorns in your crown cut your skin
While you bleed on your throne
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
Shoo la-la-la
