Letras
If the wanting don't do you, then the waiting sure will
'Cause the bottom does drop out if you're hoping to fill
The shoes of another with great big ideals
Just waiting for, I'm waiting for a little of the gold
I carried my hallowed halo hung low
And I want you to notice and I need you to know
That the guardians keep praying but they're praying too slow
To get me on, oh, to get me on a ticket to the show
Don't start that crying now, oh, oh, oh
When the beggars sing their song
They say their chance has gone
It's a battle till I'm old and grey
Don't start that crying now, oh, oh, oh
When the beggars sing their song
They swear their chance has gone
It's a battle till I'm old and grey