Bought With Gold,Sold On Green ,Wrote In Blood

where go those men with dignified eye's who stand against the wall facing a volley of fire ready to drop dead,blind folded and bound all knowing and waiting for destiny's sound where goe's the justice promised us all for there aint no justice in where these men fall the crime they committed was to stand for their right's but corporate suit's don't stand in the fight don't stand for no cause less it's golden or green sat counting their money in number's obscene they're building their bridges over city's and town's and all in their way become's dust on the ground so take to the bank's and withdraw all your cash spend it on freedom and have the last laugh the world and it's structure will fall into flame's afterward's Goodman will build it again the same men blindfolded and stood against the wall will pick up their brother's from were once they fall will pick up their shovel's ,hammer's and nails and search on together for a new holy grail.