Grant Lee Phillips 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
