October of '29

Rumours of riches and gossip of gold
The roaring 20s enchant the young and the old
Rush out West. Try and fill your chest
As greedy as the grave. Like death, never content
As you dig and you dig into that bottomless pit
He had greed in spades
At an early age, dealt a king and ace
Privileged. Selfish
Thought he owed it to his poker face
Split. Hit. Double Down
Lost himself in that paper chase
Chin high. Blind eyes
Guess he never learned that life is grace
A guillotine fit for a king
Don’t build your life on such a fickle thing
The end will show it’s all fool’s gold
For greed, all the world is too little
October '29 headline reads «Black Tuesday»
A panic of Wall Street
This hand dealt us a 6 and 10
Raise your Hoover flag. Surrender what you have
Money talks, but never tells the truth
That it is only passing through
In gold we trust
In gold we lust
How hollow is your chest?
Dust to dust
In Gold we trust. In Gold we lust
How hollow is your chest? Dust to dust
In Gold we trust. In Gold we lust
How hollow is your chest? Dust to dust