GOLD TO STRAW
OUM SHATT
We can stay at Noah's tonight, he knows the course
Drunken foxes, move ahead!
Drop drop drop i'm getting wet
From too many storms we've fled
Gold to straw, he'll spin it back
Noah's got booze and a cosy bed, they say
We'll make babies with honest eyes
They'll scream with the power of blind love: justice, daddy, seriously!
Drunken foxes, move ahead!
Drop drop drop i'm getting wet
From too many storms we've fled
Gold to straw, he'll spin it back..
Gold to straw, let's spin it back!