Civilization has lost it's core
All anybody banks on
Is making the next score
What ever happen to caring
The real of why your brother would cry
They're to busy off into staring
From the dope that hazes their eyes
Coz the gold is on the mountain
Just beyond reach of your will
Pull up your socks and scale up the rocks
Only to find another mountain of will
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