Bury me with mules, in Sodom I'm a pillar
If you're satisfied, I'll be standin' up
The sky feels jealous and salted like Gomorrah
More you force down, more you're barfin' up
Fools go mosey on down the line
Fool's gold better left in the mine
Gems on the altar, spillin' down the steps
Better turn water to wine
Pharaoh speaks through Pilate, hand in precepts
Hatred conscripted though time
Fools go mosey on down the line
Fool's gold better left in the mine
Euphoriphobic and feelin' good about it
Need Molly to baptize my brain
Fools go mosey on down the line
Fool's gold better left in the mind
Fools go mosey on down the line