Cave: a hole in the ground
Whatever it is, we climbed on down
Like quarters slipping into a mysterious slot machine
We're gambling our time and our limbs
for a jackpot of adventure
Now, I don't know if we're in danger
And frankly I don't even care
As long as the beasts keep getting stranger
We'll feel like we are millionaires
Two quick pulls and this machine is paying off
The silent eyes in dark fissures are our shining coins
Eager to spill from the cave's deep pockets
Now, I don't know if we're in danger
And frankly I don't even care
As long as the beasts keep getting stranger
We'll feel like we are millionaires
Uncontaminated and concealed
From the ceaseless litter of Miller Lite cans
That accumulate into mountains and valleys
Imitation is the sincerest form of contamination
This place has been theirs
And now it can also be ours
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