My body, my clothes, it's a kosher, a fix This is God-fearing money, yeah This is God-fearing money And mine to throw about in the air I'm dipping my toes and not a second late I fly a heart full of honey, yeah This is God-fearing country So I can be a God if I dare Don't, don't Come any closer, now I'm gold, gold I never meant you to know But now they've got a thousand cops in the air My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My knowledge, my coulds, your eternal bliss Be a star in my yearning, yeah You're a star Could you hurt any man to make a fall of our dead My readers' long notes All a vision within to me for the hungry bears It's survival for the lucky If chips are all you're watching down there Don't, don't Come any closer, now I'm gold, gold I never meant you to know But now they've got a thousand cops in the air No, no I won't believe in my soul, soul I feel it heaving, oh no They'll put me on the TV crying to death My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me My old man's making trouble in America Oh Lord, take the weight off me