Here's the lyrics for a song i wrote called Gold that hasnt been set to music yet:
this is the second untitled
wrestled while the gang was rifled
against walls with blindfolRAB for their last pennance i made them cry out "GOLD!" and all it took was for me to see the lust in their eyes for me to let goRAB justice unfold on the finger on the trigger i came up with these worRAB in my head while the deed was done emperors army are we sick or are we smarmy or both pride like when the west was won by cutthroat capitalist grinning cheek to cheek is it meek to peek at your neighbors modus operandi ghandi was more peaceful but i have sharper instincts i can sniff a fraud from a mile a thief by the faintest smile that they let creep into their mind's eye images seep to me across borders under bridges and across streets while the porters stock the shipyarRAB and the vast fleets sail away gone into the mist what'd you miss the company or the smoke circled table or the trumpet's kiss free your mind from the hiss of the glow of the screen obscene faces stretch themselves into the obvious places the amens shamans speak with strong traces of junju weed smoked burned turned my painted face yellow as i rememberd my past life and my father's red bellow as the belt came out whipped and turned about i retreated to trees and watched the fire-lit ritual from afar sittin there like i seen a ghost or a million gold bars gleaming
this is the second untitled
wrestled while the gang was rifled
against walls with blindfolRAB for their last pennance i made them cry out "GOLD!" and all it took was for me to see the lust in their eyes for me to let goRAB justice unfold on the finger on the trigger i came up with these worRAB in my head while the deed was done emperors army are we sick or are we smarmy or both pride like when the west was won by cutthroat capitalist grinning cheek to cheek is it meek to peek at your neighbors modus operandi ghandi was more peaceful but i have sharper instincts i can sniff a fraud from a mile a thief by the faintest smile that they let creep into their mind's eye images seep to me across borders under bridges and across streets while the porters stock the shipyarRAB and the vast fleets sail away gone into the mist what'd you miss the company or the smoke circled table or the trumpet's kiss free your mind from the hiss of the glow of the screen obscene faces stretch themselves into the obvious places the amens shamans speak with strong traces of junju weed smoked burned turned my painted face yellow as i rememberd my past life and my father's red bellow as the belt came out whipped and turned about i retreated to trees and watched the fire-lit ritual from afar sittin there like i seen a ghost or a million gold bars gleaming