Johnny wanna be a big star   Get on stage and play the guitar   Make a little money, buy a fancy car   A big old house and an alligator   Just to match with them alligator shoes   He's a rich man, so he's no longer singin' the blues   He's singin' songs about material things   And platinum rings and watches that go bling      But diamonds don't blink in the dark   He's a star now but he ain't singin' it from the heart   Sooner or later, he's just gonna fall apart   'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art   He ain't doin' what he did from the start   And that's puttin' in some feelin' and thought   He decided to live his life shallow   Passion is love for material and it's gone      Gone going gone   Everything gone, give a damn   Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing   Gone people, all awkward with their things   Gone      You see yourself in the mirror and ya   Feel safe 'cause it looks familiar but ya   Afraid to open up your soul 'cause ya   Don't really know, don't really know, who is   The person that's deep within 'cause you're content   With just being the name brand man   And ya fail to see that it's trivial   Insignificant, you addicted to material      I've seen your kind before   You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store   Packaged up with incense sticks with a vegetarian meals   To you, that's righteous   You're fiction like books   You need to go out to life and look   'Cause, what happens when they take your material   And you already sold ya soul? And it's      Gone going gone   Everything gone, give a damn   Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing   Gone people, all awkward with their things   Gone      You say that time is money and money is time   So you got ya mind on ya money and ya money on ya mind   But what about that crime thatcha did to get paid?   And what about that bid you can't take it to your grave?      What about those shoes you're in today?   They'll be no good   On the bridges you've walked along the way      All that money that you got gon' be gone   That gear that you rock gon' be gone   The house up on the hill gon' be gone   The gold fronts on your grill gon' be gone   The ice on your wrist gon' be gone   That nice little miss gon' be gone   That whip that you roll gon' be gone   And what's worse is ya soul already gone, and it's      Gone going gone   Everything gone, give a damn   Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing   Gone people, all awkward with their things   Gone