Close your eyes   And begin to sleep   Dream of something closer to reality      Your whole life   I've got a story to tell   Look in the mirror   And what do you see   Your whole life   Trying to impress your friends   But after death   What's next?   Money, Power, Fame   A cool job nice clothes   But after death   Where will all that go?   Trying to impress your friends   Your whole life      This generation waiting on for the fruits,   Of our labor to ferment you've worked in vain,   They've matured long enough,    You'll be drunk with them,    Pry your eyes open I fear to dream      Close your eyes   And begin to sleep