At the Top Lyrics

At the top of a hill

There's a tumbling, bubbling stream

And by the time it reaches the bottom

It's become a river

And as it flows, so it grows

Past the cities, forests, and fields,

Zigging-zagging toward the shore

Where it becomes the ocean

Is this the destination?

Well, no, it never stops

Cause that's where it's departed

By way of condensation

Back to where we started

At the top

And at the top of the chain

You know, where most of the money is made,

There's a might small minority controlling our future

And all us pawns suckling

At the nips of this pyramid scheme

Give precious time and pay attention

In exchange for quarters

We toss it to the needy

Needing every drop

And then it's recollected

By way of mass-consumption

By those who inherit it

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