Just Visiting

Well you may see a man close up his open hand And see how greed might motivate a reckless fist And you will witness pain of people's petty pursuits for gain But you will never a hearse with a trailer hitch No you will never see a hearse with a trailer hitch Oh hungry ghosts in the land of milk and honey They are people so damn poor all they have is their money Truth be told, the truth will be told Only hear it when we're listening Will unfold for young and old Cause in the end we're all just visiting In the end we're only visiting On this hedonic treadmill building appetite With collections of those little things that shine Oh camels will not fit through needle's eye Your camels will not fit through the needle's eye On the day they lay your body down to bury There will be no pockets on the pants you're wearing And on that day you will see what all it is worth So earthlings don't keep your treasures here on earth Because in the end we're only visiting