angus julia stone
jewels and gold
Im going round, Im going down To my friend's house to get myself high It takes me to a different place Where nothing leaves my mind But the men in blue knocked on my door He said Ive come to kill off your kind Its the killing of the mind The circus came then packed up their things When theres no one around Well be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold Im rolling down, Im rolling down to my hotel Between the lines The paperboy still looks the same As the old get old and the young are feeling fine A soldier came, knocked on my wall He said Ive come to kill off your kind Its the killing of the mind The circus came then packed up their things When theres no one around Well be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold The circus came then packed up their things When theres no one around Well be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold