The streets are lined with gold The cheese is full of mold Oh, come into the fold with me Global domination While it sparks my imagination It kills the vegetation Ain't its not my cup of tea
The stairs are high and winding My brother is divining The empire is declining But the wine is old Its never sweet enough And a little too tough And they play a bit too rough And they talk a little bit too cold
Say there's another color Just say it on a bet You know its true Though you haven't heard it yet They're playing it for keeps Like pieces on a board You know its true Though you haven't heard before
Welcome to the decline Its going just fine Its good for the wine And its good for the forces You can run but you can't hide And beggars would ride If they had the horses
If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Oh, beggars would ride Beggars would ride
The carousel is burning The models eyes are yearning The tables aren't turning But the lunch is free And its never cheap enough And its always the same stuff And they forever call your bluff And forever get their fee
Say there's another color... There is no limitation Set upon this nation What is our station And relationship? What about the pollution And the constitution? What is the purpose Of this burning branch I grip?