Conductors of a Runaway Train

They’re building something out of nothing

They want to understand beginnings

At what expense to singularity

To what expanse to make a copy

A quirk for a quark

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What if it falls in the right hands

It’s a challenge of the world

Not just for nation over nation

Not just for dollar over dollar

Two billion notions down the drain

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And still we’re competing

Abandoning logic

Emptying pockets

For bankers and robbers

Conductors of a runaway train

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Made up of cowboy hats

And wrist watches

And vodka tonics

Floating in pools of oil

Wombs of oil


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