The Godlbrush Testo

Testo The Godlbrush

I went digging for gold
down by the river
over by the mountain
where the prospektor had been told
i'm marching through the cold
we're marching through the cold
i went digging for gold
i went down with my brother
a bucket and a shovel
and a book about the colour of coal
i'm marching through the cold
we're marching through the cold
there's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
saying what use the metal if the metal
don't shine?
she said bring me back a diamond/ring
cause i really want one
now i been digging so long that i never
see the sun
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