Testo: Bars Of Gold. Of Gold. Up, Up, Up.

Put it up up up
get your luggage in the trunk
these aren't fingers they aren't snakes that make a sound
building houses out of bricks
line them up up in the sticks
when you loose then you loose it and it's gone
up up up
born like business men
wearing ties like shaking hands
holding contracts in there teeth like alley dogs
like an argument
like a credit card strung up in the back
separated by and frustrated by
arguments just like credit cards strung up in the back
antelopes in back
building to fingers
fingers to floors
calling to cancel
canceling calls
dog eats the man
man eats the dog
first you get what you want then it's gone