His slippery slope.

watching as my sand runs out

I'm living to the full

I gather all the good times up

I strive and push and pull.

I like the pace, oh yes I do

And many call me blessed

It's like a nose and grindstone thing

I seldom get to rest.

But then last night I turned the dial

And got a preacher's rant

That Jesus was the only way

But man, I won't... I can't.

The end is just the end you see

I mean to put it off

And gather all the chips I can

Before this frame I doff.

And nothing-ness is my next step

No pain and no regret

No Golden City for the saved

No flames of wrath I bet.

And when my last breath leaves the show

That guy says I will wake

With endless wails and God elsewhere

With Truth I failed to take.