Grains of Wrath

Back in '83
A man came to me
And he told me, "Son,
Our way of life is done."
But I was only young.

With an eye to the fields
Speculators and yields
Rotten to the core
Monocultures whores
Entering bidding wars
On distant shores

I don't wanna be
In a land known
As destitute and free
With the grains of wrath
Blazing a path
From sea to shining sea.