Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, But we found it unconnected.
We sat, dining on the wreckage -- white napkins round our necks, We took our plastic spoons and ate.
We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset tured the desert red And startled souls ascended to Oblivion.
Paradise. It has its price. We try to crawl through needle's eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.
A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case As angels chanted, "You can't take it with you..." So we're told. Heaven's paved with gold -- but it HAS to come from somewhere?!
Paradise. It has its price. We try to crawl through needle's eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.
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