Pack 'em up Charlie, gonna leave this place Turn our shoulders to the empty space It don't matter if you're gone today Long as everybody stay away Rich is rich and poor is poor And the money you had ain't good no more Wait in a line, wait in a line Hey mister, can I buy a little time?
Everything you planted is gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field
March them soldiers down that line March them boys in straight time Good four boys like feel on the fire Bad news comin' down the eggbeat wire Dance and turn til your fingers burn What, if anything, did you earn? Pain it tastes like a savage fire The blood lust of the youth gone wild
Everything you planted is gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field
Everybody's sick, there's a fever going around Set it on fire and burn the whole thing down Go somewhere, he's gonna do time Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound
Everything you planted is gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pourin' gasoline on the killing field Pourin' gasoline on the killing field Pourin' gasoline on the killing fieldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
