And so it goes,
they sold us all.
But they paid the price
in solid gold.
But we can't eat gold,
and gold's finite.
So we'll sleep cold,
and starve tonight.
So we'll sleep cold,
and starve tonight.
I said we'll sleep cold,
and starve tonight.
So I'll pray:
Come judgment day,
come tidal wave, wash this all away.
So I'll pray:
Come judgment day, come tidal wave, wash this all away.
Wash this all away, wash this all away.
It's the price we pay
for this mess we made.