These grey skies they speak of days long past
The sweet smell of pine and freshly cut grass
When a humble man could make good all his debts
To the church his soul and the bank his checks
It seems so long ago from where we stand
Broke and alone both woman and man
Threw away our souls to hold firm our checks
The bank’s now churches while church is a wreck
What hope can be found in these hopeless days
When no lovers or brothers ever seem to stay
Only cowards and thieves seem to rule these lands
And our only response is our head in our hands
We’ve no more backbone to hang our souls upon
We gave up our shovels and sold our farms
We praise the dollar above earth and soil
We’ve no more strength left for honest toil
Deceivers and schemers and all their wretch
May they burn in hell for the lives they wreck
They take in the fools and lie to the wise
They take all we’ve got as they pass us by
Broken and embittered both you and I
We gave them our land and they took our sky
With a smile and a handshake they promised us health
Now we’re sick in this squalor while they count their wealth
We’ve made our mistakes and paid in blood
Both our hearts wounded and caked in mud
We struggle to breath under all this weight
We pray for our debt and our own estates