Carry my paydirt hun,
there'll be a gift when you are done,
put your weary mouth to rest
you can shut up now

I finally got out of the noise and confuison,
now to get a glimpse beyond the illusion,
they were yelling ever louder,
and they just wont shut up,

though my ears could hear I still am a deaf man,
and my mind could think that i went mad man,
I still hear there voices when i'm dreamin',
and I regret saying,

Carry my paydirt hun,
there'll be a gift when you are done,
put your weary mouth to rest
you can shut up now

pretending i am a man with a reason,
my words were the event of the season,
and since I claimed to be a rich man,
it surley means that I can't bitch,

on the stormy sea of the estrigen ocean,
tossed about like a lost emotion,
I am a man with a fortune,
but I still regret saying,

Carry my paydirt hun,
there'll be a gift when you are done,
put your weary mouth to rest
you can shut up now
Yes!
Carry on I will always remeber
carry on now my life has some splendor
now my life's no longer empty
surley heaven waits for me

Carry my paydirt hun,
there'll be a gift when you are done,
put your weary mouth to rest
you can shut up now