The Builders And The Butchers - Casket Land lyrics

When the fields all turn to wind And the soil turns to sand And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust When the fields all turn (When the fields all turn) To the big dust bowl (To the big dust bowl) The fields become the casket lands Dig that grave (Dig that grave) Where the well runs dry (Where the well runs dry) You'll be raining down from your eye Burnеd in the sun To hell the rain will comе To hell the rain will come We burn in the sun To hell the rain will come To hell the rain will come When the fields all turn to wind And the soil turns to sand And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust When the fields all turn (When the fields all turn) To the big dust bowl (To the big dust bowl) The fields become the casket lands Dig that grave (Dig that grave) When the well runs dry (Dig that grave) You'll be raining down from your eye When the fields all turn To the big dust bowl The fields become the casket lands Dig that grave When the well runs dry You'll be raining down from your eye Burn in the sun To hell the rain will come To hell the rain will come We burn in the sun To hell the rain will come To hell the rain will come We burn