Intro: 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 (stop) 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