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Quicksilver by The Shambles
You still search for Eldorado
Look for that city of gold
The golden curse of our nation
Lives are now brought and sold
Black river, Rio Negro
Flows tainted with your spoil
Invisible poison
In the flood water, boils
Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to you gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain
With our old foes encroaching
We knew where to make a stand
But you poison the fish in
The life blood, the veins of our land
Our young men are ailing
Our children, they fail to thrive
While you polish your trinkets
We try to stay alive
Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to your gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain
Witness the rape of our forest
Soil the last paradise
You juggle the money markets
We struggle to pay the price
Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to your gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain
Roger Gall 1995