There are no secrets under the sun
All our troubles erode into one
Early warning, get ready to run
But it's hard to see clear,
With the prize, hardly won
It's like a welcome from a chapel at rest
No salvation, no one is blessed
While in private you shake,
No more winners or losers
No more beggars or choosers
There are no secrets under the sun
All our troubles roll into one
Early warning, get ready to run
But it's hard to see clear,
No more beggars or losers
No more beggars or choosers,
they're drawn into the fight
No more winners or losers,
No more beggars or choosers,
they're drawn into the fight