Worthwhile - October of '29 lyrics

Rumours of riches and gossip of gold The roaring 20s enchant the young and the old Rush out West. Try and fill your chest As greedy as the grave. Like d**h, never content As you dig and you dig into that bottomless pit He had greed in spades At an early age, dealt a king and ace Privileged. Selfish Thought he owed it to his poker face Split. Hit. Double Down Lost himself in that paper chase Chin high. Blind eyes Guess he never learned that life is grace A guillotine fit for a king Don't build your life on such a fickle thing The end will show it's all fool's gold For greed, all the world is too little October '29 headline reads "Black Tuesday" A panic of Wall Street This hand dealt us a 6 and 10 Raise your Hoover flag. Surrender what you have Money talks, but never tells the truth That it is only pa**ing through In gold we trust In gold we lust How hollow is your chest? Dust to dust In Gold we trust. In Gold we lust How hollow is your chest? Dust to dust In Gold we trust. In Gold we lust How hollow is your chest? Dust to dust