Stealing beggars change for bliss I have never conquered less A tired stare of long lost grace A no lands man on empty dreams Cling to old and worn out truths Excuses for your own abuse Senile and demented views To pass it on is not to lose Greedy little ants of war We took turns to mock the whore Paid the ticket, took the ride We all must learn to say goodbye Cling to old and worn Cling to old and worn Cling to old and worn Cling to old and worn Cling to old and worn Cling to old and worn