finding the joke

truth we find out is always much too cheap
the worth of honesty comes out far less
there's nothing we should honour or should keep

the price of decency turns out too steep
for those who to no great crimes will confess
truth we find out is always much too cheap

we walk towards destruction in our sleep
and all unknowing find we've had bad cess
there's nothing we should honour or should keep

we sow what others will come by to reap
the grapes and olives we won't bring to press
truth we find out is always much too cheap

if we explore new seas we won't go deep
when moderation's taken for excess
there's nothing we should honour or should keep

we pile the fools' gold up in a great heap
and think that this will constitute redress
truth we find out is always much too cheap
there's nothing we should honour or should keep