the tide will turn
the land remains
too torn to leave
The devil s highway lures and kills, no dignity in settling for silver
In this city of dust, the tide will turn of, the devil s highway lures and kills
dreams left unfulfilled
but here i stay the native son
Despite this drought, in this city of dust
Overworked and underpaid, overworked and underpaid Dust, the land remains
No dignity in settling for silver, in this city of dust
Despite this drought, the land remains
I get to express all my disgust, but here i stay the native son
in this city of dust
city of dust
an all american wasteland
In this city of dust, an all american wasteland, overworked and underpaid
The bane of us all, the land remains
Don t blame the scapegoat, don t blame the scapegoat
too tired to run
the land remains