Kompromat

Look at the sun go behind the hill And look at the country through a dollar bill I can't see the bottom of the hole that we're trying to fill I think we're in love with your abuse You got one hand on the driver's wheel, in the other a noose You can call it whatever you want, I say we call it a truce Whether it breaks, whether it bends I don't know where I begin and the madness ends Last time it happened we said we wouldn't let it happen again White sand, black horses White sand, black horses A gold ring in deep water Why call it anything but Greed Greed Greed Greed I woke up from a bad dream I was wanted in 11 states for murder it seemed I was dragging the head of a buffalo through the city streets White sand, black horses White sand, black horses A gold ring in deep water Why call it anything but Greed Greed Greed Greed