So youâve got it made
Sunlight on your grave
The golden age
Of light and shade
Youâve got it made
So youâre going black
Train is off the track
You cross your heart
You cross the tracks
Youâre going black
The hunter held a holy ghost
And he came to me
And I was overthrown
So you lost your nerve
Wrapped around the curve
Blood in your veins
You took that train
You lost your nerve
So the riverâs wide
From the other side
The waterâs deep
The waterâs wide
On the other side
The hunter held a holy ghost
And he came to me
And I was overthrown
Wellâs on fire
Cold desire
For somebody
Outside
So youâve got it made
Sunlight on your grave
Wind in your veins
That old ghost train
It lost its way
Youâve got it made
Youâve got it made
You've got it made