........... - Lyrics - Bars Of Gold

BARS OF GOLD "..........." * You're a crow or a lion You're a helicopter pilot Pushing crows for food Pushing crows for food As you come walking over Like an angel on the water Walking without shoes Walking without shoes * We're like two fisherman crossing theirs lines We're coming up on mysterious times I had a brother 1865 We're coming up on mysterious times * And our hearts are divided will keep'em locked up in cages Keep your stocks and your barrels clean * Hide your handshakes and smiles we need boots for the marching We need to keep those soldiers mean * I built cities in the mouths of lions I pushed hell from where it came I put towns inside volcanoes Even Satan knows my name And girl you have been a picture And girl you have been a saint I put towns inside volcanoes Even Satan knows my... * We're like two fisherman crossing theirs lines We're coming up on mysterious times I had a brother 1865 We're coming up on mysterious times * We're like two fisherman crossing theirs lines We're coming up on mysterious times I had a brother 1865 We're coming up on mysterious times * We're coming up, up on mysterious times *