Andrew
Andrew said that the rebel cause was dead
We all go drinking with a friend of ours instead
For he's a wallet full of deadly diabolical
Substitutes for solid gold
We each must try to swallow whole
A flavor you can savor and enjoy down to the last drop
Favor for the labors, employers, and the masked guards

Me and Andrew, we are outside of the mansion
We are digging, we are digging
We are digging, and we are dancing
Holy months here, bleeding hands
As we walk the weary hours going back where we began
Down to them tepid docks of crystal lands, the sea of Egypt sands
Where we lugged the broken mountain back and forth to feed the fan

[?] underneath it all
I would stand, stay a while
Everything, I will take it all, there you go, underneath it all

Well we cruised for the field
Good ol' Andrew had the wheel
Feeling out the vibe in the car
And I was gone in the back with a song, matter of fact
And that moon up in the sky, it was bizarre
We parked down at the pier, where he hands me the keys
He says he knows we all are stranded in this here land of the thieves
Where this dude gets stoned on abandoned beliefs
But if your heart is pure, then you will not feel a thing