This blink of an eye we call lifenWhats it worth six feet undernWhat do you have to show nIs it the lap of luxury nOr a life of surrendernO, stack your gold worldly kingnMy king paves his streets with your precious metalsnSo line your casket with your dead presidentsnBuy your split second blissnBut you know not of true joynHow dare a word roll off these lipsnThat boasts of my carnal conquestnWhen all this world flaunts is smokenWhat good is smoke nGive me whats solidnGive me the Rock