Drew Fulk - The Tommyknockers lyrics

Heart of gold (x6) Will the oil that we crave sink into our veins and then replace All forms of grace? We are masochistic forms of disaster With the dignity to swallow everything that we see But the pride in our teeth Heart of gold (x6) Can the sun beat me down further then six feet in the ground? Cause when the sky has dried and words of men ceased Where will your soul rot and will it find peace? Heart of gold (x6)