You want it all   You want it fast   You want the things   That never last      You can’t sit still   You won’t stand up   You drink it down   And throw it up      Your eyes are hungry   Mouth is dry   You have no tears   For those who cry      You run for office   Run for your life   You cut your losses   With a bloody knife      You make your deals   You make your money   You soak your words   In bitter honey      Your car is fast   Your gait is slow   You never reap   The things you sow      You have no time   You have no fears   You can’t account   For all your years      What you can’t buy   You try to take   Those you can’t bend   You try to break      Your silver bracelets   And golden chains   Were hammered from   Another’s pain      You have it all   It’s in your hand   Your grip is firm   On grains of sand      You have a chance   To get some more   You suck your fingers   And lick the floor      Your shiny medals   And flashy rings   Are substitutes   For other things      You make the laws   You set the rules   You climb the backs   Of willing fools      You have it all   But it won’t last   The end is near   And coming fast