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Dustbowl Lyrics

signs to nowhere and sinking holes
promise defeated cold
all bets are hedged on getting by
birthrights die. grudges hold.
this is where the bombs should drop
the wash the last scraps
to muddy graves and open fields
america's lost and found
where cold dead hands hold bleached signs
of progress made and sold
auction off pride, house and home.

take this misery off the map
the backside of fortune
the sudden dead end
this is where nature wins x2
hunts out youth and settles up
this is where the horizon stops
(this is where) the sun sets a bit too quick
where one marries oneself to death
and wishes it all, it all would end
what once was an open road
is now a landfill of contempt
(the small town charm in all its glory cannot hide how
most of america's rural areas have been swallowed up by
big box retailers, strip malls, prisons and subdivisions.
what is left behind is often the saddest face of humanity
where traditions die hard, and people quietly wait to
fill their graveyard plot down the road.)
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