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