Look at the sun, go behind the hill And look at the country, through a dollar bill an' 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 and 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 You said we wouldn't let it happen again {Wide sail?}, black holes, wide sails?, black horses (?) (?) oh hey, deep water I told her, anything but greed, greed Greed Greed I woke up, from a bad dream Was wanted in the living states for murder it seemed I was dragging the head of a buffalo, through the city streets (Sinner?), black holes, (black sin?), black horses (?) Deep water, White collar, anything but greed, greed Greed Greed