Thrice - Cold Cash and Colder Hearts ( The Artist in the Ambulance) lyrics

They are sick, they are poor
And they die by the thousands
And we look away they are wolves at the door
And they're not gonna 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
That we'd like to bear
They are living in sin
There are so many reasons for us not to care

But, I'm feeling alright
Here at the top of the world doing just fine
Here at the top of the world

We've learned 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've learned what matters most
So we keep our hearts cold

They are no one they are nowhere
They are not our problem not worth saving
Nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold

They are no one they are nowhere