Bread for the Body (And Food for the Soul) - Demo

I built my own chains in the land of the free

A slave to a job that meant nothing to me

With three shiny new cars and a split level home

To furnish the tomb I was dying to own

And one day I awakened with fear in my eye

Aware of a world that was passing me by

And I knew that my savings of silver and gold

Would mean not a thing when my body was cold

Because life is a song for the dying to sing

It's got to have feeling to mean anything

And a man can get by without silver and gold

With bread for the body and song for the soul

I'm living my life by the lesson I've learned

And not looking back at the bridges I've burned

'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave

Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved

And I know there are some who will say I'm a fool

But I don't give a damn for the people who do

'Cause if down in the dungeon is where they belong

Well that's their misfortune and none of my own

Because life is a song for the dying to sing

It's got to have feeling to mean anything

And a man can get by without silver and gold

With bread for the body and song for the soul