Lonesome Wyatt and Rachel Brooke - Crippled Farms lyrics

Cities spread like cancer ´cross the land I´ve had ´bout as mucha s I can stand There´s nothing that I would not do To get revenge for what they pu us through There is no escape in this world From the things I abhor It´s all been ruined By the man, the machine, and the war God damn them all, God damn them all They´ve brought their sickness To our haunted country On our heads they´ve placed a handsome bounty How long can we hide on crippled farms Before they tear us open with their horns? There is no escape in this world From the things I abhor It´s all been ruined By the man, the machine, and the war God damn them all, God damn them all This illusion of endlesness is done We´ll soon become the dust of ancient ones Everything we feared will now unfold The cruel hands of time have taken hold There is no escape in this world From the things I abhor It´s all been ruined By the man, the machine, and the war God damn them all, God damn them all