Lottery Brazil from Fe by Souled American

The mountain calls the ants
this is no epic romance
for the fool in the hole
Gold run through the veins
so they razed it in a daze
stoned on dreams of a good life

Heavy earth upon their backs
they climb their rickety ladders to the top
of the old dreaming hole
And when somebody falls
do they see just what they are
to the queen
the queens of the hole

Gold
Gold

They persevere in vain
like ants there's no other way
slaves for the queen
The constant workaday hum
interrupted once in a while by screams
when the fool finds his gold

Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil

If a man were full of gold
would they strip him to the bone
send him his soul down the line
And when they pan that soul
would they trade it in for gold
just like their lives in the hole

Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil

Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil

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