Somebody told me to vote conservative. Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights. Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay. Was I schooled without direction. Gold against the soul. Rock n' roll has a conscience. It supplies convenience. Gold against. Against the soul. Against the soul. Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.. Shareholding a piece of this fucking country. Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort. And dream of new ways to humble the poor. Gold against the soul. White liberal hates slavery. Needs Thai labour to clean his home. Gold erodes. Erodes the soul. Erodes the soul. A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday. And who gives a shit about sexuality. Gold against the soul. Working class cliches start here. Either cloth caps of smack victims. Gold destroyed. Destroyed the soul. Destroyed the soul.