they were making available the dreams of the past

for a limited time while the supply lasts

i got in line and i gave the man my cash



yeah i was buying fake diamonds buying fools gold

and i keep them in a sack shot full of holes

in this land of plenty with an empty soul



no mountain too high there's no ocean too deep

no castle too strong there's no lock that'll keep

no river too wide there's no desert too broad

no stone you can't break no heart that's too hard



from parting shots to parting the seas

from stabs in the back to turning the cheek

opening cells and throwing away the key



and i distinguish a voice that i hear in the wind

like a radio station not quite locked in

once a whisper now as loud as a scream



you're the judge and you're the law

the criminal in place of us all

father and mother sister and brother and friend



you say give me your sickness give me your pain

your empty cup and i'll fill it again

why on earth are you digging your own grave