Workin

Gold, you're still in your mistrust
No small thing at that
Rats
In fact
Even I'll try
To be there on time
Just don't go passing by
Cause I'll be there on time

Today I guess it takes
A bottle to awake
Twenty cigarettes and more
All this trash upon the shore
All this death for mere folk-lore
I truly can't say
When you wake up to-day

I'd rather die then be away