Sons & Daughters of the Gilded Age - Have Gun/Will Travel

Composed by：Matthew Burke

Between the plastic surgery and credit card receipts

Child goes to bed at night without a bite to eat

A prince denies a shilling to a beggar in the street

God slits his tires to his presidential suite

As we celebrate celebrity and all the joy it brings

We endure the over privilege just for having fancy things

w*****p at the alter of our plasma TV screens

But inside of the pages of our fashion magazines

We're singing on

Na-na-na-na

And our fashion magazines

Future civilizations study people of today

Excavate our ruins and examine our remains

Catalog our plastic parts and put them on display

Put em' some mystery museum out in space

Like a vessel on the ocean being swallowed by the waves

A dozen life preservers and a thousand lives to save

Give them to the highest bidder tell the other to be brave

As they sink down to the bottom

To their deep and lonely graves

They're singin' on na-na-na-na

To their deep and lonely graves

Sing a merry melody like sparrows in a gilded cage

Sing a joyful chorus sons and daughters of the gilded age

Sing a merry melody like sparrows in a gilded cage

Sing a joyful chorus sons and daughters of the gilded age

Sing a merry melody like sparrows in a gilded cage

Sing a joyful chorus sons and daughters of the gilded age

Chapel bell is ringing and the storm is growing near

Preacher's at the pope and lays the o***m with fear

Devil's in the parlor with a grin from ear to ear

The economy is crumbling like a castle made of sand

Daddy's at the office with a shotgun in his hand

Moma's at the shop and Paul she's working on her tan

And I'll be at the corner tavern and

I'll be singing with the band

And I'm singing on na-na-na-na

And all the homeless people are singing on na-na-na-na

And all the fashion models are singing on na-na-na-na

And I'm singing with the band