[Verse 1]
No gold for bards
No laurel enough to bushel into a bed
You tell me one thing and do the other
That’s weird!

[Verse 2]
No more cliche songs
Nothing less than every ounce of your heart
Though horses could easily pull me apart
No rhetoric and no gold for bards

[Verse 3]
Digging for carrots in the moonlight like an immigrant
Tearing through plastic bags like an addict
You tell me one thing and do the other
That’s weird!

[Verse 4]
Are you still listening?
I can’t do nothing for you
Can’t you see I have no feet?
We’re like two peas in a pod, Netflix and die

[Hook]
Go on and cry
Go on and cry
[Verse 5]
You lost the search for Agartha
You’re lost up your own ass
You're lost in the oil rainbow’s blue purple shine
Lost in bad poetry
Lost in logic
Lost in a racist bourgeois town

[Verse 6]
They say the remedy for heartache
Is to drink actual gypsy tears
It always adds up to the price of salt
Why?

[Hook]
Go on and cry
Go on and cry

[Verse 7]
The ancients wrote it in the earth
And the good spirits all are drunk

[Hook]
Go on and cry
Go on and cry