We All Get A Taste

Holding on for dear life dodging arrows
 What a strange elation in my bones
 Bit the dust and tasted imperfection
 What a sweet confection I have known
 But you can't take that away
 No you can't take that away
 'Cause the Gods make sure
 We all get a taste
 Signing off I saw the correspondent
 Throw his crap back in the van
 Still with pride while having grown despondent
 Journalism broke that man
 But you can't take that away
 No you can't take that away
 'Cause the Gods make sure
 We all get a taste
 Get a taste
 We all get a taste
 Get a taste
 Wooden wheels and dust up ride the bandits
 Gunning for some treasure trove
 And you could store their joy and jubilation
 And take it in a jug back home
 But you can't take that away
 No you can't take that away
 'Cause the Gods make sure
 We all get a taste
 But you can't take that away (can't take that away)
 No you can't take that away
 'Cause the Gods make sure
 We all get a taste
 Get a taste
 We all get a taste
 Sooner or later
 Sooner or later
 Oh oh oh
 Sooner or later
 Sooner or later
 Oh oh oh