A roast light is stolen, there's blood on the thorn
A cleaving sky and a cold frosted morn
The trash in the alley shows the food on the dish
A set of detergents and thousands of fish
Doing the backstroke in the lake
Oh, how sturdy the baby, how painful the birth
The gas in your Buick's leaving holes in the earth
You can't be successful without being mean
And the West can't be lonely without you, my fiend
You start with a death far in the east
The higher you climb, the harder you fall
You think you're more rich, you'll just be nothing at all
Remember the Romans, remember the Greeks
Ignoring the omens, or sound so to speak
And if you won't listen, maybe be on your guard
Cause it might seem so pretty, but truth won't be hard
When you get what you deserve
The higher you climb, the harder you fall
You think you're more rich, you'll just be nothing at all
You think you're more rich, you'll just be nothing at all
The higher you climb, the harder you fall
Your tangible riches mean nothing at all
Even for the Romans, remember the priest
Ignoring the open, the sound so to speak
And if you won't listen, baby, be on your guard
That might seem so pretty, but truth will be hard
When you get what you deserve