How much in blood? How much in gold? What volume of tears will suffice? What is the index price of life? And did it fall or rise today?
That's why I dream with a gun in my hand And that dreams particularly clear I dream of the day that we'll laugh at your name And laugh at all you held dear We'll sing of the days lost to labor and waste We'll laugh at the days ruled by fear We'll laugh at your name We'll dance on your grave And we'll laugh at all you held dear
Prices will fall The markets will stall Your ways will be forced to the fore We'll laugh at your name And dance on your grave And laugh at all you held dear