Grains of Wrath

Back in '83, a man came to me

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

Yeah, 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

Shine on, 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, oh, oh, shine on