Golden Cities
Cities of Gold,
Everyone makes out
I'm a superficial soul again.
I will find the golden one tonight,
5 to 1 the odds they are alright
I will find the Golden one tonight
5 to 1 the odds are on my side
Thieves to be told,
Everyone gets out.
Real gold,
To be enjoyed alone.
Worms push through bodies,
Under stones we pray upon.
Living only in memories;
The vision of john,
All perfect yet still.
Kids to be sold;
Slavery in the backdoor.
Cast in the mold,
Of fathers in bold.
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O G MUDBONE: Only You can prevent forest fires.
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