The Gates of Jericho

I was built for a promised land,
a place of milk and honey.
The weather's perfect all year round,
and boy, it's always sunny.

But I never made it to that land,
I never saw the gates.
I met a man with half a face,
And he told me to wait.

So I did what I was built to do.
I snorted, I fucked and I sinned.
And fifty years my childlike glee,
was music on the wind.

I breathed in deep of cool night air,
I drank the finest wine.
I could have spent forever there,
where everything was fine.

But then he slipped away from me.
I couldn't get him back.
And all at once I met this girl,
And she chose to attack.

She ripped my heart out aimlessly.
And left it on the floor.
A mindless scrabble in the dark,
and then I was no more.

I was made for greater things.
A land of milk and honey.
I'll never reach it after all.
And her, she thinks that's funny.