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!...