Grains Of Wrath

Grains Of Wrath
Bad Religion

Back in '83 a man came to men 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,
Monoculture whores entered
the bidding wars from distant shores,
I don't wanna be in the land
known as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath
blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

Oh the sinuous trails of
concrete and rails and exhausted roars,
Population wars setting our future course,
Is profit and greed the only
conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity?
It may well be but,
I don't wanna be in the land
known as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath
blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

I don't wanna be in the land
known as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath
blazing a path from sea to shining sea