I'm gonna roll down the mountain I tried so hard to climb And choose a different ambition This time One by one goes everyone In search of little pots of gold When each little pot is gone They look for something else to hold Heads in the sand Sinking sand I'm gonna jump in that fountain And drink it 'til it's dry 'Til all that I've been missing Is mine One by one goes everyone Believe it all, we're taught and told The human race in the marketplace I'll be bought and you'll be sold Heads in the sand Sinking sand Don't tell me that you're happy No-one's happy with themselves We all want to be somebody Somebody else Pots of gold...