Grains of Wrath

Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me
"Son, our way of life is done." But I was only young
With an eye to the fields, speculators and yields rotten to the core
Mono-culture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea

Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete rails and exhausted roars
Population wars setting our future course
Yeah, is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be, but...

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea

Shout out: I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea, oh, whoa, oh, shout out