Take these birds everlasting
Can’t undo that voodoo that you do
And the knots that we fasten
Will not work themselves loose
Whatever it takes
Steer clear of the snakes
The road to hell is paved with gold, they’ll tell you
All the things that you don’t need, they’ll sell you
Your conscience uncontrolled
And beauty to behold
The promise of eternal youth
The spoils of fame, a carpe diem attitude
The flames are high, the piper’s call, contagious
A fixer who will numb your pain, and strangeness
The wheels are hot, the hangover outrageous
The stealer, he will trade your soul for favours
But you’ll reap what you sow
As I found long ago
The promise of eternal youth
The spoils of fame, a carpe diem attitude
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