After we've made our living

we're going to make our dying

after we take what we've been given

we're going to sell what we've been buying



After we've made our living

we're going to die trying

to tell the truth to all of them

to whom we have been lying



After we've made our living

we'll spend our time sighing

about the way back when

we were starving and striving



to be everything we could have been

After we've made our living



taken everything we've been given

After we've made our living



After we've made our living

our feelings will soften

the hardest feelings will leak like a sieve

we won't be inspired nearly as often



After we've made our living

we'll all be put out to pasture

to graze on memories or the lack of them

waiting and wanting for the rapture



After we've made our living

we'll be left with what we capture

of all we drag out of the river

or throw back what we're not after



of all we've seen through the aperture

After we've made our living



are snapshots we can't be sure

After we've made our living



After we've made our living

there will be nothing to be done

the only thing to do is give in

losing the war, but every battle was won



Lost the war, but every battle was won

Win every battle, though the war can't be won



fight for success, but success never comes

work for the money, no time for the fun



reasons for pride all end up subsequent

reasons for truth all end up ambivalent



when all you have to do is think

that all you have to do is singk

After we've made our living