Diamonds is gold
And the ocean is a lake
That mountains just a hill
Those buildings are fake
Water tastes like pennies
Christmas tastes like june
The city tastes like gasoline
And the lies all taste like truth
He ain't your lover
He ain't your friend
That scarecrow's not your father
Them cars ain't the wind
Oh lord how you shine to me
Oh god how you glow to me
My fortune is made of nickels
Kings are shaking dimes
In their pockets as they stalk the allies waiting for their time
The wars are fought for silent trophies
And ladies fake the news
Caking up their cold sores while the cleaner steals my suit
You can't count on taxes
But your debt is up and gone
Left us hear to fade away
Sing a wrinkled songs
Oh lord how you shine to me
Oh god how you glow to me
Oh lord how she shines to me
Oh god how she glows to me