Bee Caves - Black Mason Hills lyrics

Ain't got no money And there ain't no future left to sell Left to sell AIn't got no judgement No one to blame now but ourselves But ourserlves But in these Black Mason Hills We don't need no dollar bills We afford whatever we can find We awake in the sun To the sound of beating drums And there ain't no keeping track of time But we get on just fine... ...In the Black Mason Hills Ain't got no diamond And there ain't no bible by my bed By my bed Ain't got no Father And there ain't no savior overhead Overhead But in these Black Mason Hills We don't need no dollar bills We afford whatever we can find And we awake in the sun To the sound of beating drums And there ain't no keeping track of time But we get on just fine... Place our heads on your sharpened spears If you so desire Just keep the hands of them racketeers Away from this fire Place our heads on your sharpened spears If you so desire Just keep the hands of them racketeers Away from this fire Ain't got no money And there ain't no bible by my bed By my bed