Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
dust to Gold
Gold to dust
Platinum with the upturned nose
Dirt with the downcast eyes
life plays a dirty trick
puts us in position of control
we have choices, and making them
are all psychopaths
some lucky, others smart
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
dust to Gold
Gold to dirt
[1998]
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