When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see Are all made of gold When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are ...

First comes the blessing of all that you dreamed But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings Only at first did it have its appeal But no...

I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in, shaping up,...