When I'm hosed and they're closing in,
maybe only then,
really, I'll try to get right with myself.
But I'm grope down that ladder again,
until I'm tumbling,
but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land.
While my friend, my associate,
he's a regal man.
He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning.
Then it's back on the road again
with maybe thirteen grand.
Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it.
You've never earned your soul. I know, (x 3)
but I'm gonna try.
I'm a rich young sophisticate,
I've got girls and friends.
I'm doing what I really like and getting paid for it.
There is no key, there's no plan;
I discovered that.
And, truly, I don't think you'll find a happier man.
You've never earned your soul. I know, (x 3)
but I'm gonna try, oh, I'm gonna try.
You float up high and it isn't a sin.
And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent.
There's only now, and there isn't then.
So just breathe it in.
