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

But you can't take that away

No you 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

But you can't take that away

No you can't take that away

'Cause the Gods make sure

We all get a taste

Get a taste

We all get a taste

Get a taste

Wooden wheels and dust up ride the bandits

Gunning for some treasure trove

And you could store their joy and jubilation

And take it in a jug back home

But you can't take that away

No you can't take that away

'Cause the Gods make sure

We all get a taste

But you can't take that away (can't take that away)

No you can't take that away

'Cause the Gods make sure

We all get a taste

Get a taste

We all get a taste

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

Oh oh oh

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

Oh oh oh