Live. Learn. Life. Love. Die. Dust. Gone.

We sit secure in time-honored traditions made,
Never wondering where or when the sickle may come.
If we don't seek our 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.

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.

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.

-"Fire on the Mountain" Hanson.