Lyrics:

The streets are lined with gold The cheese is full of mold Oh, come into the fold with me Global domination While it sparks my imagination It kills the vegetation Ant its not my cup of tea The stairs are high and winding My brother is divining The empire is declining But the wine is old Its never sweet enough And a little too tough And they play a bit too rough And they talk a little bit too cold Say theres another color Just say it on a bet You know its true Though you havent heard it yet Theyre playing it for keeps Like pieces on a board You know its true Though you havent heard before Welcome to the decline Its going just fine Its good for the wine And its good for the forces You can run but you cant hide And beggars would ride If they had the horses If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Oh, beggars would ride Beggars would ride The carousel is burning The models eyes are yearning The tables arent turning But the lunch is free And its never cheap enough And its always the same stuff And they forever call your bluff And forever get their fee Say theres another color..... There is no limitation Set upon this nation What is our station And relationship? What about the pollution And the constitution? What is the purpose Of this burning branch I grip? If wishes were horses Beggars would ride........