Song | If Wishes Were Horses |
Artist | Spin Doctors |
Album | You've Got to Believe in Something |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The streets are lined with gold | |
The cheese is full of mold | |
Oh, come into the fold with me | |
Global domination | |
While it sparks my imagination | |
It kills the vegetation | |
Ant it not my cup of tea | |
The stairs are high and winding | |
My brother is divining | |
The empire is declining | |
But the wine is old | |
It never sweet enough | |
And a little too tough | |
And they play a bit too rough | |
And they talk a little bit too cold | |
Say there another color | |
Just say it on a bet | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard it yet | |
Theye playing it for keeps | |
Like pieces on a board | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard before | |
Welcome to the decline | |
It going just fine | |
It good for the wine | |
And it good for the forces | |
You can run but you can hide | |
And beggars would ride | |
If they had the horses | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Oh, beggars would ride | |
Beggars would ride | |
The carousel is burning | |
The model eyes are yearning | |
The tables aren turning | |
But the lunch is free | |
And it never cheap enough | |
And it always the same stuff | |
And they forever call your bluff | |
And forever get their fee | |
Say there another color..... | |
There is no limitation | |
Set upon this nation | |
What is our station | |
And relationship? | |
What about the pollution | |
And the constitution? | |
What is the purpose | |
Of this burning branch i grip? | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride........ |
The streets are lined with gold | |
The cheese is full of mold | |
Oh, come into the fold with me | |
Global domination | |
While it sparks my imagination | |
It kills the vegetation | |
Ant it not my cup of tea | |
The stairs are high and winding | |
My brother is divining | |
The empire is declining | |
But the wine is old | |
It never sweet enough | |
And a little too tough | |
And they play a bit too rough | |
And they talk a little bit too cold | |
Say there another color | |
Just say it on a bet | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard it yet | |
They e playing it for keeps | |
Like pieces on a board | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard before | |
Welcome to the decline | |
It going just fine | |
It good for the wine | |
And it good for the forces | |
You can run but you can hide | |
And beggars would ride | |
If they had the horses | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Oh, beggars would ride | |
Beggars would ride | |
The carousel is burning | |
The model eyes are yearning | |
The tables aren turning | |
But the lunch is free | |
And it never cheap enough | |
And it always the same stuff | |
And they forever call your bluff | |
And forever get their fee | |
Say there another color..... | |
There is no limitation | |
Set upon this nation | |
What is our station | |
And relationship? | |
What about the pollution | |
And the constitution? | |
What is the purpose | |
Of this burning branch i grip? | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride........ |
The streets are lined with gold | |
The cheese is full of mold | |
Oh, come into the fold with me | |
Global domination | |
While it sparks my imagination | |
It kills the vegetation | |
Ant it not my cup of tea | |
The stairs are high and winding | |
My brother is divining | |
The empire is declining | |
But the wine is old | |
It never sweet enough | |
And a little too tough | |
And they play a bit too rough | |
And they talk a little bit too cold | |
Say there another color | |
Just say it on a bet | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard it yet | |
They e playing it for keeps | |
Like pieces on a board | |
You know it true | |
Though you haven heard before | |
Welcome to the decline | |
It going just fine | |
It good for the wine | |
And it good for the forces | |
You can run but you can hide | |
And beggars would ride | |
If they had the horses | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride | |
If wishes were horses | |
Oh, beggars would ride | |
Beggars would ride | |
The carousel is burning | |
The model eyes are yearning | |
The tables aren turning | |
But the lunch is free | |
And it never cheap enough | |
And it always the same stuff | |
And they forever call your bluff | |
And forever get their fee | |
Say there another color..... | |
There is no limitation | |
Set upon this nation | |
What is our station | |
And relationship? | |
What about the pollution | |
And the constitution? | |
What is the purpose | |
Of this burning branch i grip? | |
If wishes were horses | |
Beggars would ride........ |