Johannesburg

Writing on the walls of history

in the city of gold

keeps you on your toes

fixes your eyes on your goals

Give the flesh to the soul

and give the spirit the key

but never sell your soul

in the city of gold

A word spoken

like an egg broken

break eggs in the city of gold

your secret whispers will soon be known

Taste the wine and the bile

drain the strength of your breath

but never end like the vile

in the city of gold