Lirama

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

refrain:
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,

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