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
Is there no way down
From this peak to solid ground
Without having our gold teeth
Pulled from our mouth?
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