Have Gun, Will Travel - Sons And Daughters Of The Gilded Age | Текст песни

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• Have Gun, Will Travel
• Sons And Daughters Of The Gilded Age

Between the plastic surgery and credit card receipts
Child goes to bed to night without a bite to eat
Prince denies a shilling to the beggar in the street
Callously retires to his presidential suite

And if we celebrate the celebrity and the joy it brings
Adore the over privelged just for having fancy tings
Worship at the altar of our plasma tv screen
Inside the pages of our fashion magazines

We're singing na na na

Future civilization studies people of today
Excavate our ruins and examine our remains
Catalog our plastic parks and put them on display
(?)A mystery museum out in space

Like a vessel in the ocean we get swallowed by the waves
Dozen life preserves and a thousand lives to save
Give them to the highest bidder tell the others to be brave
They sink down to the bottom through their teeth and lonely graves

They're singing na na na

Sing a merry melody like sparrows in a gilded cage
Sing a joyful chorus sons and daughters of the gilded cage

Chapel bells are ringing and the storm is drawing near
Preacher's at the pulpit lacing opium with fear
Devil's in the parlor with a grin from ear to ear

The economy is crumbling like castles in the sand
Daddy's in his office with a shotgun in his hand
Mommy's in the shopping mall she's working in her tan
And i'm in the tavern singing with the band

And I singin na na na

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