Sleepers Eat Lead

Sleepers eat lead like time eats time
Like sour grapes bring sour wine
Drunk on sloth at the starting line
I wipe it off my lips

Sleepers eat leat like days eat days
Today we spend, tomorrow pay
Let's chase our corpses to the grave
And shake away the frost

Old man, your walking days are over
Force a smile as life decays
Cast away all charms and four leaf clovers
Old man, please move over

The waves will pound the rocks to sand:
Thе water's weight turns sand to rock
Let's makе the most of time in hand
And use our fists to smash the clocks

Lie down by the breaking tide;
Enjoy the sound of our own breath
We'll soon be old and soon be gone
Be thankful that we are not yet