El Dorado - Sam Cohen

Put a coin in that happy machine

Operator holding

Smell smoke in the wallpaper

Water’s boiling

City traffic

You’re a killer, uh huh

It’s off to Alaska

Never been, uh uh

I was never built for the promised land

Just a wandering Jew

When I die in the desert

Take my bones with you

The sky was red

Cotton candy clouds, uh huh

Then rained for a hundred years

It floated El Dorado

And no one’s ever saying I told you so anymore

No one’s saying shit

It’s quieted down and the gates are wide open

The gate’s wide open now