The only things that are guaranteed Are the gifts of hate and the gifts of greed All our dreams are sent to deceive Some for you and some for me In God we trust, but not too much In this world with haunted summers Joy, it seems, is only ever borrowed For every moment is paid back in years For every kiss, an age of tears In God we trust, but not too much Some are taken and some are sent Some are broken and some are bent Some give and some receive All ??? guilty, and none reprieved In God we trust, but not too much