Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Under platinum headstones
 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Under platinum headstones

 You're so cold as you sit there alone
 Selling your bright ideas
 And paying someone to answer your phone
 So this is life,
 [bad word] home to kids and wife
 After a day of twisting the knife
 'Til you get yours

 There's blood on the tracks again.
 Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

 You know it breaks my heart
 It breaks my heart
 I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills
 Where did you bury all that
 Precious, precious

 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Under platinum headstones
 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Under platinum headstones

 You build empires, airplanes
 And smog coated spires
 Up to the last blank page
 When the wildfires rage on the hills

 There's blood on the tracks again.
 Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

 You know it breaks my heart
 It breaks my heart
 I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills
 Where did you bury, did you bury

 Take my hand
 Let's leave this place
 Tonight we'll need our souls
 And not that...

 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 And all that worthless
 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 And all that useless...

 There's blood on the tracks again.
 Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

 You know it breaks my heart
 It breaks my heart
 I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills
 Where did you bury all that
 Precious, precious...

 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Under platinum headstones
 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 And all that worthless

 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 And all that useless
 Gold, gold, bones, bones
 Where did you bury your heart?