In Gold We Trust
Gold -- is a voice of an angel in the sky
Invented by some old dead white guys
You trade it for your time on earth until you die
Then maybe it's mine
Gold -- it's what your chasing after when you ain't got no more
If you aren't careful you might turn into a whore
Not talking about the kind that spends their time on the floor
But I can't be for sure
I can't help but think this way
It's how I was raised to be
Against the better wishes of my family
The world was supposed to be so much more unique
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
Na na na, na na na
God -- a voice of judgment in the sky
Invented by some old dead white guys
You worship him your time on Earth until you die
Then maybe go to the sky
God -- what you're chasing after when you ain't got no hope
Most people find him when their at the end of a rope
Said the Christian to the atheist inside a foxhole
At least so I am told
I can't help but think this way
It's how I was raised to be
Against the better wishes of my family
The world was supposed to be so much more unique
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Invented by some old dead white guys
You trade it for your time on earth until you die
Then maybe it's mine
Gold -- it's what your chasing after when you ain't got no more
If you aren't careful you might turn into a whore
Not talking about the kind that spends their time on the floor
But I can't be for sure
I can't help but think this way
It's how I was raised to be
Against the better wishes of my family
The world was supposed to be so much more unique
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
Na na na, na na na
God -- a voice of judgment in the sky
Invented by some old dead white guys
You worship him your time on Earth until you die
Then maybe go to the sky
God -- what you're chasing after when you ain't got no hope
Most people find him when their at the end of a rope
Said the Christian to the atheist inside a foxhole
At least so I am told
I can't help but think this way
It's how I was raised to be
Against the better wishes of my family
The world was supposed to be so much more unique
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
But the facts of life told seamlessly ain't so chic
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
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Writer(s): Jacob Green
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