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In the fields of my daddy ' s farm


The last of the corn stalks

Looking like a old man


We are

Of a dying breed


We live  for love


We

Know what we are doing


We love to feed the child's dream


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No

Don't talk to me


About this stinking

Reality

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It don't mean a thing

ain't no never no more

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We been to AMERICA

Oh god  !

**** that place !


A prison for the pure of heart

a frown of fear on every face


)(


Oh Oh Oh

Ain't gonna live this way


)(


Goin down to the mission

Gonna have to ride the freight

Or maybe I' ll walk forever


Whatever that means

)(


Little boy busted gonna stay in jail

Till his dyin day

Poor man gonna be poor

For eternity

But there ain't no never no more

and here we are

Same as yesterday


Smilin up the place



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