Gold

Tell us, oh, lies again
When it comes, we never have a chance
Screaming bloody murder
Of the western skies, we go

Heavenly hash
Babies in a basket
And hang on to our list
And I never ever met a day I didn't like
But there I get squat
Try to take that wagon train around it, found it
'Cause when I'm gone, I'll be gone

And I may feel justice in the water
And I may just try looking down, everybody
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Calls the man to sell it
See?
Gold, baby
You may set foot upon this godless terrain