they were making available the dreams of the past 
for a limited time while the supply lasts 
i got in line and i gave the man my cash 

yeah i was buying fake diamonds buying fools gold 
and i keep them in a sack shot full of holes 
in this land of plenty with an empty soul 

no mountain too high there's no ocean too deep 
no castle too strong there's no lock that'll keep 
no river too wide there's no desert too broad 
no stone you can't break no heart that's too hard 

from parting shots to parting the seas 
from stabs in the back to turning the cheek 
opening cells and throwing away the key 

and i distinguish a voice that i hear in the wind 
like a radio station not quite locked in 
once a whisper now as loud as a scream 

you're the judge and you're the law 
the criminal in place of us all 
father and mother sister and brother and friend 

you say give me your sickness give me your pain 
your empty cup and i'll fill it again 
why on earth are you digging your own grave