And all the farmer went down
Their daughters married boys from town
And the prosperity we knew
Is rotting like a running shoe

And the skills we used to have
Died with gramma and grand dad
And Coca Cola owns the lakes
And the police just break your legs

And the government protects the mighty

And the army has your face
And your religion and your race
The banks have took your house away
And say compassion's for the saints

And the government protects the mighty

And as your passion's grinded down
And war planes break the speed of sound
The trees will briefly stand in green
Until they're chopped up for the steam

And the government
Protects the mighty