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
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
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