Gold Future Lyrics

See the believer
He's on the screen again
Shooting his show-gun
At the ghost

They found another
Kind of sapien
And they're no friends
Of your friends

And so
The curve ball broke
The cannon voice spoke
And everybody change

Locks change, not keys
On Show-gun St.

The gold future
How it suits your wrist as you hover

A gold future
We're sorry that we lied

And the cold face...
Who can withstand
Such a prophets profit?

You wanted a stranger
You've got it

New terms for your kind apply
And you'll never survive

I guess we're lost
I guess we lost it