[00:11.84]Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream
[00:15.11]Of golden lands and golden things
[00:18.57]And ivory-colored feathered wings
[00:25.89]
[00:32.20]Voices in the honey breeze
[00:36.25]Pushing on the honeybees
[00:39.71]And shaping beds from fallen leaves
[00:46.64]
[01:04.84]The Writer showed him all of these
[01:08.36]And filled his nose with pretty things
[01:11.90]And let him taste of Eden's trees
[01:22.51]
[01:40.28]But in the Light came a warring sound
[01:43.98]Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground
[01:47.39]Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside
[01:54.34]His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth
[01:57.75]His voice got tangled in his grief
[02:01.36]And Jeroboam made a thief. And Jeroboam made a thief
[02:15.65]
[02:43.83]So the Writer penned him a different tale
[02:47.36]Where proud get caught in homemade sails
[02:50.86]And crave the jewels on the wedding veil
[02:58.11]
[03:05.00]Jeroboam cried for more
[03:08.80]Clutching at the temple torn
[03:12.07]The Writer filled his hands with sores
[03:18.89]
[03:27.10]So arm yourselves with empty hands
[03:31.17]When looking at the Promised Land
[03:34.11]And find yourself a wealthy man.