No one lives here anymore
Oh you'd best just go home
You came here in your German car
And drove up to our home
You ask for seeds
'cause you can't see
Ye stand on foreign soil
pH will be the least of many foils
In our land of barren furnaces
And rusting metal scrap
There's nothing for you city folk
We've surely seen your back
While you were plantin'
gummy bears
In suburban polity
The land was shifting right beneath your feet
The ragged flags of Washington
Are beating dusty air
Their Gucci Loafers lead us down
To manicured despair
Betwixt a hostile
government and
Abandoned fatal clay
Salad forks won't help you get your way
Bury me beneath that tree
My father's father's grove
My sons may leave this old country
But bones cannot be sold
This store's changed hands
so understand
You're not welcome any more
We'll Chuck out all you lying cheating whores!