Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
play twice)
x3
Meet the son of a Government man
and a pillar of salt
I was born with blood on my hands and
have all signs of a bleeding heart
Living high on a giant hog
and a mountain so steep
keep your head in a hollow log as
the ruling fog are about to creep
What have we done?
How'd we get so far from the sun?
Lost, lost in an oscillating phase
where a tiny few catch all of the rays
Out beyond the western squalls
In an alien land
they work for nothing at all
they don't know the mall or the lay-away plan
Dig yourself a beautiful grave
everything you could want
Maybe those invisible slaves are
too far away for the ghost to
haunt, what will we charge
for letting go of a claim so large?
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Get used to their dust in your lungs
Instrumental break
play twice)
x 3
Is there no way down
from this peak to solid ground
without having our gold teeth
pulled from our mouth?
x 2
Make me a drink
strong enough
to wash away the dishwater world
They said was lemonade
Walk with me
after the show
Maybe we can find a way
through the minefield in the
snow, what will they charge
for letting go of a claim so large?
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Apologies to the sick and the young
Get used to their dust in your lungs