Cities spread like cancer ‘cross the land
I’ve had ‘bout as much as I can stand
There’s nothing that I would not do
To get revenge for what they’ve put us through
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all [bad word] By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all
They’ve brought their sickness
To our haunted country
On our heads they’ve placed a handsome bounty
How long can we hide on crippled farms
Before they tear us open with their horns?
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all [bad word] By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all
This illusion of endlessness is done
We’ll soon [bad word] the dust of ancient ones
Everything we feared will now unfold
The [bad word] hands of time have taken hold
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all [bad word] By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all