oh, oh sad little bird
Traded your wings for worms
Now you can't fly, can't touch the sky
Go return to the dust
With your treasures of rust
Eat all you can, eat till you bust
Oh, that ghetto gold
got us selling our souls
for a cheap imitation
Pimping our prayers
Jukebox Jesus don't you care
How long I gotta stare
Till I get my hands on that ghetto gold
Ghetto Gold
If we all traded turns
If the poor had our money
All our milk and our honey
Flowed in reverse
If we got what we've given
Would skin and bones be our sentence
If we traded turns
Oh, that ghetto gold
got us selling our souls
for a cheap imitation
Pimping our prayers
Jukebox Jesus don't you care
How long I gotta stare
To get my hands on that ghetto gold
Ghetto Gold
I think I need a revelator
I think I need a liberator
Been trading a crown for a quarter
Been trading a king for a counterfeitor
I am a man of means, oh
I am a man in need, oh
I need , I need, I need oh, oh