Текст: Thrice. Cold Cash And Colder Hearts.

They are sick, they are poor
And they die by the thousands and we look away
They are wolves at the door
They are not going to move us or get in our way

'Cause we don't have the time
Here at the top of the world
Feeling alright
Here at the top of the world

We hold our own by keeping our hearts cold

Different god, darker skin
They are just not a burden we'd like to bear
They are living in "sin"
There are so many reason for us no to care

'Cause we don't have the time
Here at the top of the world
Doing just fine
Here at the top of the world

We've learned that money matters most
So we keep our cards held close
Here at the top of the world

We hold our own by keeping our hearts cold
And we learned what matters most
So keep our hearts cold

They are no one
They are no where
They are not our problem
Not worth saving
Nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold