| Born tonight there’s another great fire | 
| Every night, start another great fire | 
| These ships can build themselves | 
| Why should we stick around | 
| Sheath all your weapons and head for the South | 
| There’s gold in those hills | 
| Those hills are your standard and | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| Did you ever study the Israelites | 
| They made a new life for themselves | 
| With such a peculiar change | 
| A crazy or graphic or dietary switch | 
| The duty’s the same for us Sheath all your weapons and head for the South | 
| There’s gold in those hills | 
| Those hills are your standard and | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| We could be something in a new location (x2) | 
| So don’t go draw the blinds | 
| Horizons are our fortunes | 
| I’ll raise the mast alone | 
| And force you all to see my thoughts | 
| That this neighbourhood’s flooded | 
| The honeymoon’s done | 
| And our talents are wasted on beggars and scum | 
| When in paradise we could be healthy and free | 
| Pumped full of butter smiling throughout | 
| Sheath all your weapons and head for the South | 
| There’s gold in those hills | 
| Those hills are your standard and | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| Sheath all your weapons and give up the fight | 
| A prospector can dream | 
| And a dream’s what we’ll have tonight | 
| We could be something in a new location | 
| If that one change could make all the difference |