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we sit secure in time, honored traditions made
And never wondering where or when the sickle may come
If we don't seek out knowledge to be greater men
When the rain starts falling gonna drown* before we get our feet wet

We build our ivory towers to protect us from the flood
A fleet of vessels made of wood so they won't rust
But can* we see the bottom of the bottle when we start to drink?
There's fire on the mountain, fire and it's coming our way
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CHORUS
Can we pick the pieces up
We're mending Babylon, tryin'* to right* the wrong
Can we pick the pieces up
Live, learn, life, love, die, dust, gone

There's fire on the mountain

CHORUS
Can we pick the pieces up
We're mending Babylon, tryin'* to right* the wrong
Can we pick the pieces up
Live, learn, life, love, die, dust, gone

Thanks to Hailey for these lyrics