Oh, where is our gold gentlemen
Mama said that it is buried here
And now we're kneeling on the ground with empty hands
Oh, where is our promised gold my gentlemen

I'm rotting
Here on this bathroom floor
With alcohol in my hand
Next to my passed out friends
I'm rotting
In this cigarette smoke
Keep on trying to smile
While the music plays

And I don't, I don't, I don't know how to feel about it
And I think, I think, I think that's what my youth tastes like
And oh why, oh why, oh why do I enjoy this state?
And oh why, oh why, oh why do I want it to last?

I'm rotting
Here on this bathroom floor
With alcohol in my hand
Next to my passed out friends
I'm rotting
In this cigarette smoke
Keep on trying to smile
While the music plays

Oh, boy I think they've hurt you in the past
Telling you those stupid little stories
And now we're kneeling on the ground with empty hands
Oh, where is our promised gold my gentleman