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How much does it take for a man to feel rich? Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss? The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold He doesn’t know what is bid upon has already been sold Lifts his eyes to the skies once again The question of life and what has God done for him Blames everyone else for his thoughtless life And he talks to the dead for consent in what is right Choosing to ignore the plan divine And finds himself the dying fruit on the vine And he centers in… on himself You’re kicking the pricks Wasting all your time You’re kicking the pricks It’s all out of line Misery has worn strength he once knew At play in the fields of the Lord is what he thought he’s do Living in the night not wanting so the light of day Only fooling yourself ignoring the only way How much does it take for a man to feel rich? Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss? The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold He doesn’t know what is bid upon has already been sold From Letras Mania