This blink of an eye we call life   Whats it worth six feet under   What do you have to show    Is it the lap of luxury    Or a life of surrender   O, stack your gold worldly king   My king paves his streets with your precious metals   So line your casket with your dead presidents   Buy your split second bliss   But you know not of true joy   How dare a word roll off these lips   That boasts of my carnal conquest   When all this world flaunts is smoke   What good is smoke    Give me whats solid   Give me the Rock