Born tonight there's another great firenEvery night, start another great firennThese ships can build themselvesnWhy should we stick aroundnnSheath all your weapons and head for the SouthnThere's gold in those hillsnThose hills are your standard andnWe could be something in a new locationnWe could be something in a new locationnnDid you ever study the IsraelitesnThey made a new life for themselvesnWith such a peculiar changenA crazy or graphic or dietary switchnThe duty's the same for usnnSheath all your weapons and head for the SouthnThere's gold in those hillsnThose hills are your standard andnWe could be something in a new locationnWe could be something in a new location (x2)nnSo don't go draw the blindsnHorizons are our fortunesnI'll raise the mast alonenAnd force you all to see my thoughtsnThat this neighbourhood's floodednThe honeymoon's donenAnd our talents are wasted on beggars and scumnWhen in paradise we could be healthy and freenPumped full of butter smiling throughoutn[There's no higher, don't give in]nnSheath all your weapons and head for the SouthnThere's gold in those hillsnThose hills are your standard andnWe could be something in a new locationnWe could be something in a new locationnnSheath all your weapons and give up the fightnA prospector can dreamnAnd a dream's what we'll have tonightnWe could be something in a new locationnIf that one change could make all the difference