Golden Doors
Robert E. Jr. Pollard
Risk the city
All of the steel
The agency called
They want my prints
The frozen lustre
The hidden games
The finger pocket
The king is talking
Behind the golden doors
He gets the air
It's ugly loud
Middle of the ear
Voices here
Behind the golden doors
Electric currents
Name the brains
That swim them all
But need more time
Behind the golden doors