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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 All the fire burning in their eyes Has the shine of gold. . . Corporate excess High-level incest Ice taking over for blood Tyrannical chairmen Directors of death Playing the billionaire seven-card stud Currency pipeline Icicle bloodline Competitors coming undone Bulging their pockets Riding the rockets While steaming in the sun And the flame in their eyes flickers out As they realize they're growing old But the fire in their son's eyes Has the power of gold |