Once I got this fancy job,
Once you get a backyard to pay take,
from the most mundane of places
But if you stack the world on my back
If you squeeze the ice from my head
I'll still make those diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds, diamonds till I'm dead
It's a love where it takes a week
to write a song about right, earth, black
And all I do is walk the clock
But if you take the soup from my bowl
If you take the love from my bed
If you take the hope from my soul
I'll still give you diamonds,
I still make those diamonds,
Should I take the money and stand still?
Should I trade the wind for the trees?
Or can I bear the weight with my will?
Can I break the world on my knees?
Oh, for those diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds, diamonds till I'm dead
I still make those diamonds, diamonds,
diamonds, diamonds till I'm dead
Stoppinn't' till I'm dead