To climb a mountain is no easy task
But it′s so much harder coming down
All the torches of the party have all gone dark
Hungry mouths surround

There's no gold beneath the beast
Just a pile of bones
The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers
A dynasty of one ascends to the throne

The names of many ancient travelers
Carved in the caverns we grind
Grow older and older with every step
And so none are left to find

There′s no gold beneath the beast
Just a mountain of bones
The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers
A dynasty of one ascends to the throne

Yet here I am still rolling
Trying to satisfy
Am I chaotic evil?
Or lawfully good alive?

Yet here I am still rolling
Trying to satisfy
Am I chaotic evil?
Or lawfully good alive?

Yet here I am still rolling
Trying to satisfy
Am I chaotic evil?
Or lawfully good alive?

Alright, here's a, uh
here's a song about the United States′
Most powerful tactical weapon. His name is Willie Nelson!