The bread of life

 you can't give, more than you've

got

And you've got to live inside the slot

And life's a sieve

And the flour is hot

And it falls through the holes

In little spots

And you can't give more than you've got

So come on and fill up my cup

Oh you can't bake

If you shake the pot

Oh the cake won't rise

If the oven's not hot

And Life's a sieve

And time's flour is not

So let it fall through

And make your dough

And roll it around

be you fast or slow

So come on and fill up my cup

Oh bake your bread

Until it is hot

And the yeast is rising

Inside your pot

And life is to give

But take when it's not

So sit down and share it with me