As I sit and wonder
A sense of distant thunder...
No wonderful amber waves of grain
reside under all those polluted skies...
I don’t understand the American people anymore...
They say we are the wealthiest place to live and...
but even where we live it is hard to survive...
There's a hero within that broken Heart
Who's life is slowly falling apart She Gave her...
Because of their lies smoke filled
The Lower Manhattan skies...
We watched in silence as the Planes Fiercely hit...
We thought only a few were lost...
Keep your eye on the grand ole flag
The ruins of Nagasaki...
I kiss my momma good-bye
Tell her not to cry...
When the sky turns dark
and the angles fall apart...