Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me "Son, our way of life is done"
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But I was only young
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With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten to the core,
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Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores,
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I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,
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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,
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Population wars setting our future course,
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Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
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Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be but,
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I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,
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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,
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With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea!
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Grains Of Wrath
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