Two dogs are barking
Behind a length of cycloned fence
You keep remarking
How the atmosphere of malevolence
Scorches the landscape and occludes the sky
Where strong things wither and weak things die
They die
The dogs start pawing
Over a half dead crow they've found
Biting and clawing
At each other, the bird and the very ground [?]
Back on the highway you avoid my eye
Where strong things wither and weak things die
They die
Condemn the buildings
Damn them all
Consign them in the name of the very same claim
That took that roadside [?]
You only came my way to survey the devastation
But you could put an end to our trial separation
If you'd take me for a drive
Where strong things suffer and weak things thrive
They thrive