October of ’29 Songtext
von Worthwhile

Rumors of riches and gossip of gold.
The roaring twenties enchant the young and the old.
Rush out West. Try and fill your chest.
As greedy as the grave. Like death never content
As you dig and you dig into that bottomless pit.

He had greed in spades. At an early age, dealt a king and ace.
Privileged. Selfish. Thought he owed it to his poker face.
Split. Hit. Double Down. Lost himself in that paper chase.
Chin high. Blind eyes. Guess he never learned that life is grace.


A guillotine fit for a king.
Don′t build your life on such a fickle thing.
The end will show it's all fool′s gold.
For greed, all the world is too little.

October of '29 headline reads "Black Tuesday." A Panic on Wall Street.
This hand dealt us a 6 and 10.
Raise your Hoover Flag. Surrender what you have.
Money talks, but never tells the truth that it is only passing through.

In Gold We Trust. In Gold We Lust.
How hollow is your chest? Dust to Dust.
In Gold We Trust. In Gold We Lust.
How hollow is your chest? Dust to Dust.