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, it's 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
Shadow
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-whoa, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Shadow
