Testo Am Gold

Oh life! It's getting harder everyday
Prayin' for the dry land in New Orleans
Prayin' for the rain in L.A
Oh life! Ain't gonna find it on a screen

Turn it up, A.M. gold
I wanna know that I'm not alone, yeah
We're stranded in the garbage of Eden We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angels, no saints, no heathens
Just people needing, people needing
Cold thoughts, ice cold or medium cool
Don't get stuck in the mirror 'cause that shit's rough
Put it down, go change it up
Outside, is where I want to go
The moon is up, soft and low
Turn it up, that A.M. gold
Turn me on like a radio
Then I remember I'm not alone, yeah
We're stranded in the garbage of Eden
We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angels, no saints, no heathens
Just people needing, people needing People needing, people needing
Turn it up now, turn it up