When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then, really, I'll try to get right with myself. So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling - but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land. While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man. He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning, and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it. You've never earned your soul. I know, (3x) but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. I'm a rich young sophisticate, I've got girls and friends. I'm doing what I really like and getting paid for it. There is no key, there's no plan; I discovered that. And, truly, I don't think you'll find a happier man. You've never earned your soul. I know, (3x) but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. You float up high and it isn't a sin. And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent. There's only now, and there isn't then. So just breathe it in.