People love America, love the way their future is a guarantee,
Satiate and gratify, name and claim your way out of obscurity.
And, if the world should hate us, who...oh, who are they?
Oh, who are they to ignore Euphrates' golden hands?
People love their modern god, love they way she tolerates most everything,
Lechers, hypocrites and saints, the gay and straight, and most everything that is in between.
And , if opinion changes, move...oh, move your faith,
Come on and move your faith to your own Euphrates Golden Hands.
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates...)
Yeah.
People love their sexy ways, love to glow in their sexy ways almost every day,
On the street and in the church, wielding tanks and miniskirts,
For their crotch they'll pray.
Oh God, if you hear me, move...oh, move your face,
Come on and move your face, and they'll adore no more,
No more Euphrates' golden hands.
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates)
Give me your hands, (golden Euphrates...)
Yeah.
