Welcome to flyover land
The hills are dark foreboding stands
The rivers carve a path of snakes
Rusting barges trailing wakes
Crumbling towns with one-room bars
Serving fare from mason jars
Quiet people haunt this place
Forsaken by outsider's face
Tear these hills apart with all the lies
With no regard for the lives
Genocide
All to capitalize

They tell us we can drink the water
It's chilling how they

Treat this place like a goddamn waste dump
Cancer hot spot, who gives a fuck
Lawsuit factored into cost of business
Fuck the citizen, who gives a shit

They tell us it's good for the pain
It's chilling how they

Sling these pills like a pez dispenser
400 people 3 million pills
Lawsuit factored into cost of business
Fuck the citizen, who gives a shit

I won't stand idly by
I'm screaming tonight
Ready to fight
I won't watch this lost country die

Fall in line
Now's the time
Kill the swine
Take this lost country back from them

Time to
Fall in line
Now's the time
Kill the swine
Take this lost country back from them

Let's go

Bleed for all the masses
Live life that surpasses

Bastard son of Vandalia
Crying out in anger

We are alive

Fallow Ground
Slurry slide
Underground
You may die

We are alive

Baldwin-Felts
Company store
Get your gun
Or you stay poor

They will bleed this lost country dry
Unless we arm ourselves and take what's ours by right

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