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