Because they're plotting for the gold,
No matter what the times.
Try and discover, then and there,
The gold bonds, if you can,
And remember, what is true as truth,
"That mind's the standard of the Man."
Then, when you're done with the outside world,
And all of Congress halls,
Return to me and take a walk
Within these dismal walls.
I'll show you men who represent
Each county in this State;
They're all accused of crime, you know,
And sentenced to their fate.
But don't be hasty now to judge
These men you see about;
Fire cathode rays right through their skulls
And you may find a doubt.