Catatonia – Acapulco Gold

Doubters and cowards

Heroes all deaf to the clarion call

For whom does it toll

For who does it toll

But all the dreams subside

They’re wrapped in America’s suicide

Play in the road side sand

Bleached in significant sun

To where would you run

To where will you run

When all the dreams subside

They’re wrapped in America’s suicide

Swan song and bluebird

Still arousin’ the crowd

Sweat in your common shroud

In old familiar crowds

With old familiar sounds

But all the dreams subside

They’re wrapped in America’s suicide

When the hanging is over

If the hangin’ is over

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