u.s history homework
Date: Sep 30th, 2004 1:04:48 pm - Subscribe
Mood: natural
The land is our Satan, Shattered hopes and dreams
The land is our Life, it will guide us, and it will let us survive or die
I came for the land, to prosper and use it the way it was meant to be used
The land will destine us, giving us battles we never thought we would withstand
My farming technique has changed out here; the land isn’t a welcoming as we thought it would be
My crops are dying that grew in the east; the land is killing us slowly
I can outsmart the land, planting things that can take the heat and torture, the dryness
I can outsmart the land, prosper the way I said I would, the bonanza farms will give me what I wanted
The land wont let me outsmart her, she can see right through us all
There’s animals that are eating away at my destiny, animals that are eating away at my life
There are storms that is the land, crying out to stop the tearing of its skin
There are fires that are the rage of the land, telling us to go home and leave her be
Gather up our new machines, our money is gone, our hopes and dreams are shattering
The land is our Satan
I came for a better life, new space, and a new freedom
The land is our Life, it will guide us, and it will let us survive or die
I came for the land, to prosper and use it the way it was meant to be used.
The land will destine us, giving us battles we never thought we would withstand
There’s a new wave of people like me, it’s a stampede of believers, a stampede of outreached hands
They have the work there, we all need, and easy money falls out of the sky
Our big companies can get a kick out of this, providing us with tools, while they suck up our money they know we will give
Pan in hand; I will walk everyday to get my riches before I leave
Gold rushes down the streams there, watch where you step, don’t want to trip over some gold too
People running with me, they soon fall, die of starvation and disease and give up all hope
People running with me, don’t leave me here, don’t go home
Where has the gold all gone? Where am I supposed to go now?
Boomtowns to ghost towns, hopes to failures, faith to greed, let me straggle home
The land is our Satan
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