Gold

Out of the north comes golden splendour
Out of the south come golden rules
Heavy burden on the fragile road
Can I help you with your crime honey?
It took the spies 40 days to search out the Promised Land
Bring back gold, now we’re ready to die
Waiting for one future Golden voice
I forgot the words, I forgot the taste
So many things that we should say
So many things that we pretend
You can’t be saved by the beauty of the lake
While we’re losing friends we’re losing sleep
Losing the things that we should eat
When it’s time to die, who’s ready?
Who will be the first of the gang to die!