I'm waiting for the sun to rise
So I can find my way back to Texas
But oh it's still dark outside
Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips
And so I say to lord I'm so tired of this mess
But this nation still burns at night
Our ribs the coal of progress
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
The fields of corn they turn to dust
Said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee
The old machines are laid to rest
New England stars, they're lovely
And so I say to him, boy, have you seen men in these parts
Hey hey yeah yeah
Black gold swims under the dirt
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
Oh oh oh
Hey Hey Yah Yah!...
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I'm waiting for the sun to rise
So I can find my way back to Texas
But oh it's still dark outside
Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips
And so I say to lord I'm so tired of this mess
But this nation still burns at night
Our ribs the coal of progress
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
The fields of corn they turn to dust
Said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee
The old machines are laid to rest
New England stars, they're lovely
And so I say to him, boy, have you seen men in these parts
Hey hey yeah yeah
Black gold swims under the dirt
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
Oh oh oh
Hey Hey Yah Yah!...
So I can find my way back to Texas
But oh it's still dark outside
Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips
And so I say to lord I'm so tired of this mess
But this nation still burns at night
Our ribs the coal of progress
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
The fields of corn they turn to dust
Said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee
The old machines are laid to rest
New England stars, they're lovely
And so I say to him, boy, have you seen men in these parts
Hey hey yeah yeah
Black gold swims under the dirt
So hey, get away from here, old ghost
We don't like your kind, soldier
Defend this land and fight
Oh oh oh
Hey Hey Yah Yah!...