For Gold - Dickie

The remote control is easier to handle

And the A/C flow is easier to handle

And the creases of my pillow make it easier

Now the tallest man could never even stand it

Not a cursive hand wants credit for the planning

It’s a holiday to laze on pins and needles

Take me for a ride to the police

Because I want to report my missing confidence

I can look alive for the news feed

And be pretty as I’m told

While they’re tunneling, while they’re tunneling

For gold, for gold

While they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling

Oh at night the crowds will gather in their service

Meant to disavow the fact they’re getting nervous

It’s a constant aggravation taken overboard

While the alcohol is pushing up the ante

All that self-control caught a redeye to Miami

In that Southern sun you’re under no one’s fold

I keep all my crimes on a short leash

Resurrecting outlaws for my future insolence

Maybe it’s advised to speak only

In a colorless repose

While they’re tunneling, while they’re tunneling

For gold, for gold

While they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling for gold

I was so friendly, oh I gave good Midwestern smile

Paved by a memory of some long and modest style

Though I still can deal polite grins

There’s a tongue behind the glow

Letting them know

Letting them all move on

For gold, for gold

While they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold

For gold, while they’re tunneling, tunneling for gold

For gold