To the north are the cane-fields
The seas of waving green
And then the fires come and burn the water
It's a sight to be seen
The men in slouch hats reap the harvest
Brown sticks they place in cages
And then the trains hiss, they carry bounty
From the furnace to the mill
Stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
Watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit from a mouth that will never (Die)
To the north are the cane-fields
The seas of waving green
And then the fires come and burn the water
It's a sight to be seen
When the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
And they watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit from a mouth that will never (Die)
To the north are the cane-fields
The seas of waving green
And then the fires come and burn the water
It's a sight to be seen
The men in slouch hats reap the harvest
Brown sticks they place in cages
And then the trains hiss, they carry bounty
From the furnace to the mill
Stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
Watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit from a mouth that will never (Die)
To the north are the cane-fields
The seas of waving green
And then the fires come and burn the water
It's a sight to be seen
Oh when the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
And they watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit
When the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
And they watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit
When the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
And they watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit
When the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
And they watch as the ground spits at the sky
It's a yellow-orange spit
When the stick men silhouettes bend against the flame
Shout above the crackle crunch
