Grains of Wrath

Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me "Son, our way of life is done"

But I was only young

With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten to the core,

Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores,

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

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Oh the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars,

Population wars setting our future course,

Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between

Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be but,

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

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I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea!