Set In Gold Lyrics

Could've been a farmer underneath the golden arches
My crops could be the fries that people dropped
Sell them back to Ronald at a healthy profit margin
Bring down the clown
The kids would all cheer

My feet are set in gold
Though I'm poor, tired and old
I'm just refuse
Debris of this heartless machine
And now I'm dumping that which has on me

Could've been a vagrant underneath the golden arches
The neon keeps me warm at night
With mustard for a McFacial and pickles for a pillow
Makes being poor and alone not seem that bad

Through everything
Christ is King

Could have been head of a union that covered bullets to boot-scootin'
I'd set the masses free from all that jazz

Now I'm a part of that which won't part from me