October of '29 - Worthwhile

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 death, 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 passing 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