Pick a pack of papers Red, silver, green Hands shake like a mannequin Smoke up with your neighbour Step on all the cracks And the battery is burnt to black Peace and our problems man We can't forget now where we stand I'm broke and the golden hand slips into the the pools of diamonds Thinking of devotion Sing a song of faith It was only just cos I was curious Ain't nobody's business Break another gravestone, who's laughing now? Peace And our problems man We can't forget now where we stand I'm broke And the golden hand slips into the pools of diamonds It's gonna be a grip til I come home Don't bother waiting up by the fire Just go to bed and rest your weary little eyes And I'll weave dreams into your hair Just blow your whitsle in the masquerade I've got a dog dream and I'm gonna make you shake So don't be afraid Ima play my game now Red, silver, green Shake hands with the peppermint queen This aint no fuckin hoe down Sing a song of hate It was only just cos I was thinking of Peace And our problems man We can't forget now where we stand I'm broke And the golden hand slips into the pools of diamonds Thief! It's the contraband Who holds the reigns in the promised land? I'm yoked To the golden hand as I pass through the doors of silence It's gonna be a grip til I come home Don't bother waiting up by the fire Just go to bed and rest your weary little eyes And I'll weave dreams into your hair Just blow your whitsle in the masquerade I've got a dog dream and I'm gonna make you shake So don't be afraid
