CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Jones
Papa stashed it away and it wasn't waiting for no rainy day
With a pool in our backyard and he never worked too hard
He was nobody’s fool and he sent me to a very private school
It was easy, it was fun, and one by one I let my days go by (getting high)
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
Do you recall? The gallery, the writing on the wall?
All the words and the wine me believing they were mine
Now the only words I hear say my dreams will disappear and turn to clay (and lead the way)
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
One more lonely night and no one here but just myself and I
There is nothing I can do my fighting days are through, if you please
I'm on my knees
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
With a pool in our backyard and he never worked too hard
He was nobody’s fool and he sent me to a very private school
It was easy, it was fun, and one by one I let my days go by (getting high)
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
Do you recall? The gallery, the writing on the wall?
All the words and the wine me believing they were mine
Now the only words I hear say my dreams will disappear and turn to clay (and lead the way)
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
One more lonely night and no one here but just myself and I
There is nothing I can do my fighting days are through, if you please
I'm on my knees
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
