Golden - Brett

A crooked phase has now led to your crooked days

An army forms to battle your ways

Slow down to fall in line

Seems the greed has now stuck to you

Up there with your golden parachutes

From down here you haven’t got a clue

I’m at peace now trying to appreciate all I have

But I know a war is brewing outside

For lucky days we fight to survive

Well I fight for peace to arise

Slow down and fall in line

Seems that you are aiming to high

Up there with your golden parachutes

From down here it seems you haven’t got a clue

We’re coming for you

See the lonely dreams of a fallen child

Due to you insatiably running wild

Our country gives you what you have

Your freedoms should be given back

Take our taxes, fuck with economy

And you will pay for your traitorous ways

Slow down and fall in line

I sing this now for the greater good

Up there with your golden parachutes

From down here you haven’t got a clue

We’re coming for you

Your golden parachutes must fall