Lyrics Fortune Favours the Bold - Gerry Cinnamon

Fortune Favours the Bold

Ah know its a long shot
But ah heard fortune favours the bold
Now they tell me be solid make paper and do what yer told
But ah’d rather have holes in ma shoes than be idrowning n gold
In the heat of the moment ma mind got left out in the cold
Shoo lala
Shoo lala laaaaaaa
Shoo lala
Shoo lala laaaaaaa
Do you think that its worth it
Can I buy back my soul when its gone
In the ground your alone and your bank account won’t keep you warm
Ah 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