By Gold

Ohh yeah Still got that nagging question still got that doubt and pride Every day another session cursed spirit in the dead of night Thoughts have no reflection Meanings have no cause Looks dear already paid for At the gate I pay my toll We are the "blinded by stones" We are the caretakers of holes Sit down and enjoy the show everything's controlled by gold We are the sellers of soul One for the money Two for the show Three to go home Everything's controlled by gold Life can be bought Time can be spent Death can be thrown Everybody has sold their soul Life can be bought Time can be spent Death can be thrown When you have sold your soul to Rock ‘n’ Roll We are the… One for the money Two for the show Three to go home Everything's controlled by gold

All words and music by Supercharger. © 2009, All rights reserved.