Am Gold

Oh life!
It's getting' harder every day,
Prayin' for dry land in New Orleans,
Prayin' for rain in L.A.

Oh life!
Ain't Gonna find it on a screen.
Turn it up!
AM Gold!
I wanna know that I'm not alone.
Yeaaa

We're stranded in the garbage of Eden.
We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angles, no saints, no heathens,
Just people needing, people needing.

Cold thoughts!
Ice cold or medium cool,
Don't get stuck in the mirror cuz 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 me up that AM Gold!
Turns me on like a radio,
Then I remember that I'm not alone!
Yah

We're stranded in the garbage of Eden.
We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angles, no saints, no heathens,
Just people needin'
people needin'
people needin'
people needin'
people

Turn it up now
Turn it up.