See them worrying, see them striving
Trains rollin' toward a new horizon
Hearts driven by a fever for pure gold
Gold
Gone wind hiss to their soul
To confusion and the illusion
That good life can be bought or sold
Yeah
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The poems whose's sensitivity is twisted into agony
For spledor when you dig your final hour
Pretend their work as anarchy, bring the peace of sanity
Smash this beauty game of greed and power
♪
Gold power!