Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm

Of hailing burning bones



Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit gain

Tiny baby grows



Mother, who's your man
Is he doing what he can
To make a proper home, home

By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys

Shows them how to kill
To save his precious stones, stones



Far beyond the wheel
Spin your life around

By driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground



Far beyond the wheel
Steers life around

By driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground