[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
strumming,
steady
mid-tempo
beat)
Yeah,
step
into
the
light.
Listen
close
to
the
sound
of
the
gavel.
It’
s
a
rhythm
you
know,
but
you
don’
t
want
to
dance
to.
The
country’
s
on
the
block,
step
right
up
today
Come
on
wealthy
merchant,
throw
your
gold
our
way
Open
up
the
vault,
let
the
silver
shine
bright
We
picked
them
as
our
leaders,
but
they
turned
out
the
light
All
the
dreams
we
wove,
they
were
sold
for
a
price
In
the
theater
of
the
polls,
we
paid
the
sacrifice
We
planted
seeds
of
thorns
and
we
watch
the
harvest
grow
Watch
the
nation
being
traded,
watch
the
status
quo
Oh,
the
country’
s
being
sold,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Bid
high,
bid
low,
watch
the
empire
fall
They’
re
selling
every
asset,
every
stone,
every
tree
While
the
servant
becomes
master,
and
we
lose
the
key
Come
on,
step
up,
the
vault
is
open
wide
Nowhere
left
for
the
people
to
run
or
to
hide
They’
ve
eaten
up
the
labor
of
the
common
man’
s
hands
Left
us
with
an
empty
bowl,
spread
across
the
lands
If
you’
re
living,
check
your
pulse,
check
your
hollow
pride
Search
your
soul
for
the
truth
that
you
keep
deep
inside
They
promised
us
the
future,
they
promised
us
the
sun
But
the
counting
of
the
money
is
the
only
thing
they’
ve
done
Oh,
the
country’
s
being
sold,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Bid
high,
bid
low,
watch
the
empire
fall
They’
re
selling
every
asset,
every
stone,
every
tree
While
the
servant
becomes
master,
and
we
lose
the
key
Come
on,
step
up,
the
vault
is
open
wide
Nowhere
left
for
the
people
to
run
or
to
hide
Integrity
is
fading,
the
price
tag
is
on
the
wall
Even
the
idols
are
for
sale,
waiting
for
the
fall
Those
who
once
were
nothing,
now
they’
re
worth
the
most
Buying
up
our
history,
turning
us
to
ghost
It’
s
a
hollow
kind
of
progress,
a
shallow
kind
of
gain
When
the
soul
of
the
country
is
rusting
in
the
rain
So
keep
your
eyes
open,
watch
the
gavel
strike
again
It’
s
not
just
about
the
money,
it’
s
the
ruin
of
the
men
We
gave
them
our
trust,
and
they
gave
us
the
bill
Standing
on
the
mountain,
watching
time
stand
still
If
we
want
the
nation
back,
we
have
to
find
our
voice
Stop
the
bidding,
stop
the
selling,
make
a
different
choice
Oh,
the
country’
s
being
sold,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Bid
high,
bid
low,
watch
the
empire
fall
They’
re
selling
every
asset,
every
stone,
every
tree
While
the
servant
becomes
master,
and
we
lose
the
key
Come
on,
step
up,
the
vault
is
open
wide
Nowhere
left
for
the
people
to
run
or
to
hide
Step
up,
step
up,
see
the
vault
unfold
Just
another
story
of
the
country
being
sold
Keep
your
soul,
keep
your
heart
Don’
t
let
them
tear
the
map
apart (
Fading
acoustic
guitar
and
steady
beat)
Yeah,
the
gavel
strikes
at
midnight.
Keep
your
soul.