Crate Of Gold Lyrics - Songs Of Patience - Alberta Cross

Try to stay hungry 

With something to speak 

Looked out my window 

Whose after me 

Give up my heart 

It's too much guilt 

Gazed out my window 

Someone's scared of me 

Hey lord show me 

Too many people are after me 

Oh lord show me 

Too many people are mocking me 

Cut off my hands 

Let it bleed 

I've got a crate of gold inside of me 

Get it straight 

I'm not a jail 

And little folks don't bother me 

Get it straight now 

I'm not a saint 

Hey lord show me 

Too many people are mocking me 

Oh lord show me 

Too many people are mocking me 

Mocking me...