Smooth stones washed over by high tide Cool breeze, so clear so bright My world doesn't need your goldmines To be rich beyond your wildest dreams For dragonflies and pidgeons it's a wide sky Satisfied unlike you and I We can live in peace and paradise But we destroy what gave us life Motorcars and such fine toys Chase your desires, lose yourself All us queens and kings need weapons To prevent the wake from our dreadful dreams All us queens and kings need weapons To prevent the wake from our dreadful dreams