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 it s not my cup of tea the stairs are high and winding my brother is divining the empire is declining but the wine is old it s never sweet enough and a little too tough and they play a bit too rough and they talk a little bit too cold say there s another color just say it on a bet you know it s true though you haven t heard it yet they re playing it for keeps like pieces on a board you know it s true though you haven t heard before welcome to the decline it s going just fine it s good for the wine and it s good for the forces you can run but you can t 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 model s eyes are yearning the tables aren t turning but the lunch is free and it s never cheap enough and it s always the same stuff and they forever call your bluff and forever get their fee say there s 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 