Streets of Gold

I had the damn dream again
In the suit of Rod Serling
And it feels so strange
Looking out from black and white
The doctors smoke cigarettes
And the gentlemen they were courtly
Where simple tales of death
Gave thousands strong a fright

Oh won't you take me way back when
We raised our glass to Patton
We had a war to win
And our streets to pave in gold
But it was simpler then
Or so I'm told by many
Only fear of guns and bombs
In the days of old

Tur-a-loo
Tur-a-lay
Now take a good long look around
Do you like what you see?
Tur-a-loo
Tur-a-lay
Just buy me another drink
And it's alright by me

Now where we go from here
Only a damn fool will tell you
But we will persevere
This much we know is true
If there's one truth we share
It's aristocrats are bastards
And they should be hung high
For the damn things they do