Tekster: Sugarcubes. Gold.

Gold, finger itches
Gold, in the hand
Gold, you have to have
Gold, all for yourself

Gold, full train of it
Gold, rob the train
Gold, murder in the train
Gold, get some gold

Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold
Gold, it glitters
Gold, is soft and thin

I'm searching for gold
I need gold just to see
Never seen it before
Indication of gold

Do I see gold?
Bloody fingers
Dig, crawl, dig

Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold
I continue to dig into the earth
Torn fingers, bloody fingers

There is a sun in the sky
Nothing has changed
And gold, begotten of the sun
Give me gold
I need it now, oh gold

I'm still searching for gold
I need gold
And I have to have a chunk of gold
No indication of gold

Just a little piece of gold for me
In the core of the earth
Oh, gold
I see the glow, this is the gold

Gold, gold, oh gold
I need gold
Oh, gold