We All Get a Taste

Holding on for dear life

Dodging arrows

What a strange elation in my bones

Bit the dust and tasted

Imperfection

What a sweet confection

I have known

And they can't take that away

No, they can't take that away

'Cause the gods make sure

We all get a taste

Signing off

I saw the correspondent

Throw his crap back in the van

Still with pride

While having grown despondent

Journalism broke that man

And they can't take that away

No, they can't take that away

'Cause the gods make sure

We all get a taste

Wooden wheels and dust

Up ride the bandits

Gunning for some treasure trove

If you could store their joy

And jubilation

And take it in a jug back home

But they can't take that away

No, we can't take that away

But the gods make sure

We all get a taste

And they can't take that away

No, they can't take that away

'Cause the gods make sure

We all get a taste