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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 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 And still we're competing Abandoning logic Emptying pockets For bankers and robbers Conductors of a runaway train Made up of cowboy hats And wrist watches And ***** tonics Floating in pools of oil Wombs of oil
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
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 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 And still we're competing Abandoning logic Emptying pockets For bankers and robbers Conductors of a runaway train Made up of cowboy hats And wrist watches And ***** tonics Floating in pools of oil Wombs of oil
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
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