Chorus
Turn the wheel, jackpot's calling
Fluid gold keeps the future crawling
Steel beneath my feet, ocean swaying
Dreams in crude, but the rust keeps staying
Post-Chorus
Black gold, black gold
Black gold, black gold
Verse 2
The rig’s humming under shaded sky
Worn hands gripping memories I can’t deny
Seagulls circle, another ship comes near
But the stillness inside drowns out all fear
Pre-Chorus
Years in the salt, weight on my spine
Reflections shimmer, lost in the brine
Chorus
Turn the wheel, jackpot's calling
Fluid gold keeps the future crawling
Steel beneath my feet, ocean swaying
Dreams in crude, but the rust keeps staying
Post-Chorus
Black gold, black gold
Black gold, black gold
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