When our skulls eventually blankly stare
One can't see among us
Who was a winner, and who a loser
Who was a poor and who a rich man
What we are, then, is uncertain
Probably only darkness remains.
Question the Devil, ask your God...
You can be a sexton
With choral singing and celibacy
Travel around the world as the Pope
With a secretary and your own state
There being something beyond the sky
That is deception, fraud
And they'll also write down for you in golden letters on granite:
You take nothing with you!
You can be a stockbroker
With an account in a Swiss bank
You can be a homeowner
Almost eaten by greed
If you turn a penny three times
And go begging on the street
You can be a drunkard, with a bottle of liquor in his coat:
You take nothing with you!
Jugglers, teachers, masons, writers
White slave handlers, cutthroats
State prosecutors, grave diggers
Libertines*, whores, employers
Legionnaires and traitors
Honest citizens, assassins
Christians and heretics, Rastafarians, Hindu and Shiites:
You take nothing with you!