The pocked-dimes will never be free
I’ll give them back their liberty
Consumption, end of season sale
I vomit myself into a golden pail
Stick Santa Claus into the chimney
Supply contracts, infinitely
Once more I drop him a few lines
There’s staggering at the mines
Refrain:
We will go on
The cheap tricks last a life; However
We will grow old
No matter - it’s better!
They have diamonds at poker-eve
I’ve always spade ‘n’ it makes me leave
I wear my head under my shoulder
Who can save us when we are older?
White men’s burden whiter than cocaine
Black men’s burden they suffer the same
Disguised as myself I wrap in thee
Relaxed to what comes next to me
Refrain (2x)
Refrain (2x)