Left, right, left right left
Pack em up Charlie gonna leave this place
Turn our shoulders to the Indie space
It don t matter if ya gone today
Long as everybody stay away
Rich is rich and poor is poor
And the money you have ain t good no more
Wait in a line, wait in a line
Hey mister can I buy a little time?
Everything you planted is gone to wrought
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pour gasoline on the killing field
March them soldiers down that line
March them boys in straight time
Good four boys like feel on the fire
Bad news comin down the eggbeat wire
Dance and turn til your fingers burn
What if anything did you earn?
Pain it tastes like a savage fire
The blood lust of the youth gone wild
Everything you planted is gone to wrought
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pour gasoline on the killing field
Everybody s sick there s a fever going round
Set it on fire, burn the whole thing down
Go somewhere, he s gona do time
Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound
Everything you planted is gone to wrought
No one around to pull the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pour gasoline on the killing field
Pour gasoline on the killing field
Pour gasoline on the killing field
