Black Gold (live)

Two boys on a playground

Tryin' to push each other down

See the crowd gather 'round

Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd

Black gold in a white flight

Fill up the tank let's go for a ride

I don't care about no wheelchair

I got so much left to do with my life

Moving backwards through time

Never learn, never mind

That side's yours, this side's mine

Brother you ain't my kind

Black soldier, white fight

Fill up the tank let's go for a ride

Sure like to feel some pride

But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Mother do you know where

Your kids are tonight...

Keep the kids off the street

Gives 'em something to do, something to eat

This spot was a playground

This flat land used to be a town