The world is made of gold and lead.
Where have we gone? What have we done?
We work all day, and then to bed.
The world is neither old nor young.

The world is wed to right and wrong.
We're born to live, and live to die.
The days are short, the nights are long.
The world is made of sea and sky.

The world is made of gold and lead.
We sing and dance, we laugh and cry.
We crave our youth, we grieve our dead.
The world must turn. We don't know why.

We worship all the gods above.
Who knows the truth? Who lies instead?
The world is nursed on hate and love.
The world is made of gold and lead.