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Is there gold, is there gold in Kabul?
I’ve been there in a nest of snakes
I’ve been there as a blackout artist
Everyone there trying to take my place
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
I was there as a midnight watchman
I was there for a masquerade
I was there as a makeup artist
Everyone trying to point the blame
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
I sawed myself in halves
I grew myself a pair of horns
You gave to me this gift
I love you still, alone I drift
Is there gold, gold in Kabul?
I’ve been there in a suicide vest
I’ve been there with a hangman rising
Everyone trying to take the piss
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
I sawed myself in halves
I grew myself a pair of horns
You gave to me this gift
I love you still, alone I drift
You can walk from there to China
From state to reptilian state
Holy Americans, singing vespers
Convinced they control somebody’s fate
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
I sawed myself in halves
I grew myself a pair of hooves
You gave to me this gift
I love you still, alone I drift
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
Is there gold?
Is there gold?