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