You've got to be careful Or your days will be dull You're draggin' your shell Til your sunset will come 'Cause you bury all your senses For a little of tin Stucked in the fences of your worn out skin Decay But you celebrate That's just iron, that's no gold You got to be thankful Come and have a seat And sell out your wits for a couple of needs The streets are riddled with blood You walk them ankle-deep in mud But the liqour of the digger is blood You can't even dream steel into gold Oh my dear turn around Cold steel tied you to the ground A far train is crying out loud And don't tell me you have no fears No fears At all You're a grain of sand at the shore All of this is real now You're just a wheel now You're just too calm to feel alive Say, is this deal your delight So why do you drown your fears in wine? Maybe you don't know But you get no change But you paid so much Isn't that strange? And still the streets are riddled with blood And all your needs... ankle-deep in mud.