Fort Knox, King Solomon - Bob Mould

There’s a place in the mountains that

We could go

We could stock up with diamonds

And bars of gold

If we wanted a fortune, that’s where we’d go

And if you wanted to go there, well

Let me know

And inside Fort Knox, King Solomon

Is occupied with providence

Enough, but not too confident

And I get by, goodbye

Every night at 11, they drive the gold

Through the underground entrance

Between the poles

If we wait for a moment, the guards might go

Then I could get the door open and

Grab some gold

But if I should get noticed, don’t worry

Grab you stuff and go

I can deal with King Solomon alone