Grains Of Wrath Songtext

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,