Текст John Mark McMillan – Gods Of American Success

White faced phantoms in a foggy rain
Minnows in the pool, the way they slip away
And I go fumbling, go running in and repossess
The story of my youth

Are we running after flickering sparks, oh?
Are we babbling for diamonds in the dark, oh?
The way we chase that mercury
The way we chase that mercury

Loud like lions and as slick as wolves
Desperately we haunt the other animal
But in the end, if all we are is dogs out back, chasing cars
Then pray that we don’t get the things we want

Are we running after flickering sparks, oh?
Are we grappling for diamonds in the dark, oh?
The way we chase that mercury
The way we chase that mercury, oh

Love, a pound of flesh
Offer it up to the gods of American success
Doesn’t matter what you are, you’re only second best
If it’s all that you can ever hope to be
The way you chase that mercury, oh

Around your friends fumble in the mystery
Afraid to be exposed while we pretend to be
Something more than what we are
Losing love a bunch run hearts
Mystified by everything we see

Are we running after flickering sparks, oh?
Are we grappling for diamonds in the dark, oh?
The way we chase that mercury

Love, a pound of flesh
Offer it up to the gods of American success
Doesn’t matter who you are, you’re only second best
If it’s all that you can ever hope to be
The way you chase that mercury, oh
The way you chase that mercury

There must be more to this
Our desperate wandering
How do we put to rest
All of our victims and
Beneath the shadows of
All that we think we want
Is there a light we can’t see?
There must be more to this
Our desperate wandering
How do we put to rest
All of our victims and
Beneath the shadows of
All that we think we want
Is there a light we can’t see?
The way you chase that mercury