Meet the son of a government man And a pillar of salt I was born with blood on my hands And have all the signs of a bleeding heart Living high on a giant hog On a mountain so steep Keep your head in a hollow log As the ruling fog are about to creep What have we done? How'd we get so far from the sun? Lost, lost in an oscillating phase Where a tiny few catch all of the rays Out beyond the western squalls In an alien land They work for nothing at all They don't know the mall or the layaway plan Dig yourself a beautiful grave Everything you could want Maybe those invisible slaves Are too far away for a ghost to haunt What will we charge? Letting go of a claim so large Oh, all of our working days are done But a tiny few are having all of the fun Get used to their dust in your lungs Is there no way down From this peak to solid ground Without having our gold teeth Pulled from our mouths? Make me a drink strong enough To wash away this dish water world they said was lemonade Walk with me after the show Maybe we can find a way through the minefield in the snow What will they charge? Letting go of a claim so large Oh, all of our working days are done But a tiny few are having all of the fun Apologies to the sick and the young Get used to their dust in your lungs.