from the rocking chair falling angels crash land
sweeping up ain't easy you wouldn't understand
sifting through the ash when you already got the gold in your stash
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can

your deathbed is made and i'm lying in it now
keeping it warm for you on a broken bough
drifting through the mud when you already got the gold in your blood
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can

blindfold imitation
moths to a star
kind old stimulation

may be all we are
suffer through each life like it's one long disease
they've got the cure for this one if you've got the cure for these
sifting through the sand when you already got the gold in your hand
i got a mind to come down there and kill that man
come on why don't you save him if you can
come on why don't you save him if you can.