You can't do something forever.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft
The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.