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........