I'm waiting for the sun to rise
So I can find my way back to Texas
But oh it's still dark outside

Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips

And so I say to lord I'm so tired of this mess

But this nation still burns at night
Our ribs the coal of progress


So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight


The fields of corn they turn to dust
Said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee

The old machines are laid to rest
New England stars, they're lovely


And so I say to him, boy, have you seen men in these parts
Hey hey yeah yeah
Black gold swims under the dirt


So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier

Defend this land and fight

Oh oh oh?


Hey Hey Yah Yah!...