The dust is blowin' so strong
My feet are white, my face is brown
The dust is blowin' so strong
My feet are white, my face is brown
I've got them Big Summit prairie blues from my do down to the ground
Waitin' in line for so long
I feel my head startin' to pound
Waitin' in line for so long
I feel my head startin' to pound
Even when I'm layin' in my bed, I can't escape that god damned sound
I don't think there's nothin' wrong
If you want your soul to be found
I don't think there's nothin' wrong
If you want your soul to be found
But mostly all I can see is wooks
You can see 'em too if you just stop for a second and look around- look around
Pack it in
Pack it out!
Take your garbage out!
Pack it in
Pack it out!
Take your garbage out!