Alberta Cross - Crate Of Gold lyrics

Try to stay hungry With something to speak Looked out my window Whose after me Give up my heart It's too much guilt Gazed out my window Someone's scared of me Hey lord show me Too many people are after me Oh lord show me Too many people are mocking me Cut off my hands Let it bleed I've got a crate of gold inside of me Get it straight I'm not a jail And little folks don't bother me Get it straight now I'm not a saint Hey lord show me Too many people are mocking me Oh lord show me Too many people are mocking me Mocking me...