All of my friends have time to be on the run
All gone, it tears me up to be left on the side done in
These songs for my love, for my girls, for my game
They'll all be done in and done the same
All along it built me up to be fried high and down on me
Oh, this gold, what the hell you using us for?
All the gold and the coins, well, what the hell you using us for?
All my love told me I was bent wrong and on the run
Gone now, it's over for my life running through the night
Alive and then you're dead, a flash in the pan where your bright life is over now
Ahh, it tears me up to be right about the lives of sons
Oh, this gold, what the hell you using us for?
All the gold and the coins, well, what the hell you using us for?