[00:00.00] 作词 : Tyler Madsen/Jacob Montague/Natalie Nicoles
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tyler Madsen/Jacob Montague/Natalie Nicoles
[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.

作词 : Tyler Madsen/Jacob Montague/Natalie Nicoles
作曲 : Tyler Madsen/Jacob Montague/Natalie Nicoles
Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream
Of golden lands and golden things
And ivory-colored feathered wings
Voices in the honey breeze
Pushing on the honeybees
And shaping beds from fallen leaves
The Writer showed him all of these
And filled his nose with pretty things
And let him taste of Eden's trees
But in the Light came a warring sound
Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground
Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside
His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth
His voice got tangled in his grief
And Jeroboam made a thief. And Jeroboam made a thief
So the Writer penned him a different tale
Where proud get caught in homemade sails
And crave the jewels on the wedding veil
Jeroboam cried for more
Clutching at the temple torn
The Writer filled his hands with sores
So arm yourselves with empty hands
When looking at the Promised Land
And find yourself a wealthy man.