Go up on the mountain build a little shack just over the line.
Well BLM they won't complain, cause no one's surveyed this in a while.
Homeschool the children, give em weapons trainin.
Just in case the DEA comes snoopin round again.
Go up on the mountain where the waters come from glaciers blue.
Take the weakest thing in you
And then beat the bastards with it
And always hold on when you get love
So you can let go when you give it
It's been too many years of taking now
Isn't it time to stop somehow?
Air that's too angry to breathe, water our children can't drink
You've heard it hundreds of times
You say you're aware, believe, and you care, but...
Do you care enough
Where's your conviction of the heart?
If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?
― Voltaire, Candide