The Gilded Age

Come on into my shop and out of the wind
It seems your things need mending, we can fix them here
That clock up on the wall was a gift she made
It can't tell time to well but I could never trade

There's too much pressure, in this diamond mine
Searching for treasure, be careful what you find

She left when time's got tough said she had to turn the page
It's hard to make ends meet without a living wage
Sat right there drinking coffee always drank fair trade
We compared these wolves of Wall Street to The Gilded Age

There's too much pressure, in this diamond mine
Searching for treasure, be careful what you find

Come on into my shop and out of the wind
Open up the shutters, let the sun shine in

There's too much pressure, in this diamond mine
Searching for treasure, be careful what you find



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Charles Corne
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