Crippled Farms (исполнитель: Lonesome Wyatt and Rachel Brooke)
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 [bad word] them all, God [bad word] 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 [bad word] them all, God [bad word] 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 [bad word] them all, God [bad word] them all