[Verse 1]
I'd hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land and taking what he needs
Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive
I'd hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind

[Verse 2]
In the struggle for power, not one man's voice can sound
'Cause the foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the ground
They want to feed the world but for power and for greed
Then they'll cut off the supply until they get what they need

[Verse 1]
I'd hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land and taking what he needs
Don't say much for the future whеn a family can't survive
I'd hate to say the farmеr was the last of his kind

[Outro]
They'll be plowing down the White House
And replanting for next year
Plowing down the White House
And replanting for next year