The field's a desert
Not a place to sow a seed
The dust has settled
And the rich men ignored our pleas
What once was a bountiful place to lay down the plough
Is just a no man's land
Howling in the dust now
Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and thieve?
While I'm still tending this land trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed
And the dust has come and choked up my lungs
And covered the tumbleweeds
The only rain that falls on this land are the tears
That fall from me
The tears that fall from me
The tears that fall from me
Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and thieve?
While I'm still tending this land trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed
And the dust has come and choked up my lungs
And covered the tumbleweeds
The only rain that falls on this land are the tears
Are the tears
Are the tears
Are the tears
That fall from me
