Get the very last word
Stand up right your poor shit
The city will never be heaven
The city will never be heaven
Rooted in a stinky ground
By giving all, til exhaustion
Earth stains on your face
Fills wrinkles, already deep enough
One eye looks the sky
Another one the land
From this city
Clean hands pressures us down
Back curved and the curve goes up Get the very last word
Stand up right your poor shit
The city will never be heaven
The city will never be heaven
Gold rule for just some of us
Gold is the god
You can always scratch with your nails
You will never find a single nugget
Gold is a god
Gold is the god and the only one