Two hundred miles around the sun
Always in the need
Top of all the wreckage
He's who everybody pays to see
He's gonna be the best
That's what everyone would say
Trouble with the turns
But recovers on the straight away
Showered in the sparkling rain he says
Cover me in gold
Cover me in gold
I turn another corner and I'm never coming back
One day it went awry
Something came off track
Wheels continued spinning
But they never started bouncing back
There's a shiny little box
Underneath the bed
A harvester of sorrow
Filled with tiny little drops of lead
Buried to his temple he said
Cover me in gold
Cover me in gold
Cover me in gold
Cover me in gold
I turn another corner and I'm never coming back
When the cover-up was done
Everybody lied
They could take away the evidence
And still we'd never make you lie