City of Gold - Natalie Major

The Artists and the Beauty Queens they weep

The smoke and mirrors travel through the streets

The clock strikes midnight, champagne and chardonnay

California’s screaming baby come on out to stay

No hope, it’s a death row, its a black hole

Bring your backbone

In the City of Gold

In the City of Gold

All the dreamers sell their souls

In the City of Gold

Walk in circles talking to ourselves

Break another promise what the hell

The sun’s always shining on the darkest of our days

California’s bleeding baby come on out to play

No hope, it’s a death row, its a black hole

Bring your backbone

In the City of Gold

In the City of Gold

All the dreamers sell their souls

In the City of Gold

Here we are playing make believe but it’s all we know and our need to breath oh,

oh

In a city so cold

In the City of Gold

In the City of Gold

All the dreamers sell their souls

In the City of Gold