Oh my oh, I'll go for what you know
Who I own I know, I owe who knows who
I own my home or owe who knows who I owe
Why own when you can just

Sell it

Oh my oh, I'll go for what you know

Buy the city sell the farm
Either or / Either or
Either or / Either or not

Cause I could throw a rock 
And put a hole
In the yard behind the beehive rows
Set along my road
Straighter than the treeline grows

We'll see this country in a car
Dinner in dining halls
Give to the grind and haul out
And let 'em tear the barn down
And let 'em put up
new line of beehive rows
Well, I just couldn't call it my own any more
When they blocked up the road
W here the first would go

So let's die out 

I know not to meddle
To keep off the path this [bad word] Been all set and settled
Since day one they've wanted

What I own I know, I owe who knows
Who I owe I know, I own who knows

Those gloves just take 'em off
Move before the city moves to us
And sucks the simple parts of living out from under us
Move before the city moves to us, to us, to us

So let's die out.

The greatest forest fire burned our forest down

Oh my oh, I'll go for what you know
Who I own I know, I owe who knows who
I own my home or owe who knows who I owe ^r