[Verse 1]
Back in '83, a man came to me and he told me "Son
Our way of life is done," but I was only young
With an eye to the fields, speculators and yields rotten to the core
Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores

[Chorus]
I don't want to be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea

[Verse 2]
Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars
Population wars setting our future course
Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be

[Chorus]
But I don't want to be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea

I don't want to be
In the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path
From sea to shining sea