Left, right, left right left
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 has 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 AP wire
Taciturn 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 has 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, start a new town
Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound
Everything you planted has 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 field
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