Crumbling Land

I may be wrong...but this is what I hear:

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things shiny pool, shiny car and shiny diamond rings wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies breathing in the clear blue air back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies but fifty more come rolling off the thought/Ford production line

Then a man commuting like a mirage on the sand in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise climbing high into the sky

By the old [unintelligible uhmaytul lake a darkened lies] upon the finger of the king on high the eagle spies, that glitter of a gun then wheeling in a climbing turn, he flies into the sun