Tuesday

Pieces of Gold

I've seen them on the dark edge
Seen them in the shadows
Watching all the fast cars
Watching all the girls
The cold wind cuts across his hand
The cold eyes of an hungry man
The rich girl she didn't understand
Dancing in her party land
What goes on

The man who made the bomb
Where's he coming from
And the men pushing drugs
Get no love
And the men who burn the trees
What they gonna leave
The man who sells the guns
What's he tell his sons
We're just killing the world
For pieces of gold
The man you pulls the trigger
I can't figger
What's he getting on
Whose right whose wrong
The men who want to lead us
My god they need us
Cause the men they're gonna bleed
That's you and me.
Copyright 1990 Stuart Wright.