Fortune Favours the Bold - Gerry Cinnamon

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