Hellsingland Underground Golden Haze
[Verse 1]
The rain sound like rocks on my window
The smell of hard asphalt in June
Wakin' up to the sound of a freight train
It is only passin' through
Fed with wood and steel from the Northlands
Seem to pass more of ‘em these days
Where the new colonial people
I think I heard somebody just say
I think of my granddad as a railroad slave
And how we grandkids laugh away
[Chorus]
So long, so long
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
[Verse 2]
Watchin' the fan rotatin' in the ceilin'
I'm Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now
Hearin' the same sad numbers on the TV
From the bed, hangin' upside down
Now I'm down from the lack of somethin' positive
Now I'm down from the lack of faith
If something good is ever gonna happen
Something great could come out of this place
Everyone here seems so stuck in the past
Prayin' that the present won't last
[Chorus]
So long, so long
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
[Verse 3]
Everybody here is unemployed
And there's nowhere else to go
We're stuck here payin' off old expensive loans
On a house that can't be sold
And a green that's growin' old
Easin' the pain with alcohol
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh...
[Chorus]
So long, my friend
So long, I hope we meet again
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
A golden haze
So long, my friend
So long, my friend
Oh, oh, oh