How much in blood?
How much in gold?
What volume of tears will suffice?
What is the index price of life?
And did it fall or rise today?

That's why I dream with a gun in my hand
And that dreams particularly clear
I dream of the day that we'll laugh at your name
And laugh at all you held dear
We'll sing of the days lost to labor and waste
We'll laugh at the days ruled by fear
We'll laugh at your name
We'll dance on your grave
And we'll laugh at all you held dear

Prices will fall
The markets will stall
Your ways will be forced to the fore
We'll laugh at your name
And dance on your grave
And laugh at all you held dear