Look at the sun, go behind the hill
And look at the country, through a dollar bill an'
I can't see the bottom of the hole that we're trying to fill
I think we're in love, with your abuse you got
One hand on the driver's wheel and the other a noose (?)
You can call it whatever you want, i say we call it a truce
Whether it breaks, whether it bends
I don't know where I begin and the madness ends
Last time it happened
You said we wouldn't let it happen again
{Wide sail?}, black horses, wide sails?, black horses[?]
Go in, deep water i told her, anything but greed, greed
Greed
Greed
I woke up, from a bad dream
I was wanted in eleven states for murder it seemed
I was dragging the head of a buffalo, through the city streets
[White sand ?], black horses, [black sin?], black horses
Go in, deep water, White collar[?], anything but greed, greed
Greed
Greed