Some people wanna be a somebody
Nobody wants to be a nobody
Everyone
Could be anyone
Some get lucky
some get laid
some go free and some want to get paid
That's how we're all made
Some live in a storm of wild delight
Some will play with fire, 'til it burns too bright.
But be you rich, or poor, or royal
No matter how you toil
you cannot foil
this mortal coil
We are not built,
that we can last
Soon our future is our past
For the die is cast
No one lives for ever, we're pretty sure
But we endeavor to endure
Posterity
Posterity
Posterity
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Is this our fate
Is that our lot
Do all our treasures count for nought
Are all our songs forgot
But what is lost
If we are free
If we are not, then what are we
But vanity
The here and now has been and gone
And anything that's left will not be long
Posterity
Posterity
Posterity
My Arse