Casket Lands - The Builders and the Butchers

When the fields all turn to wind

And the soil turns to sand

And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands

We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust

Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust

When the fields all turn

(When the fields all turn)

To the big dust bowl

(To the big dust bowl)

The fields become the casket lands

Dig that grave

(Dig that grave)

Where the well runs dry

(Where the well runs dry)

You’ll be raining down from your eye

Burned in the sun

To hell the rain will come

To hell the rain will come

We burn in the sun

To hell the rain will come

To hell the rain will come

When the fields all turn to wind

And the soil turns to sand

And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands

We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust

Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust

When the fields all turn

(When the fields all turn)

To the big dust bowl

(To the big dust bowl)

The fields become the casket lands

Dig that grave

(Dig that grave)

When the well runs dry

(Dig that grave)

You’ll be raining down from your eye

When the fields all turn

To the big dust bowl

The fields become the casket lands

Dig that grave

When the well runs dry

You’ll be raining down from your eye

Burn in the sun

To hell the rain will come

To hell the rain will come

We burn in the sun

To hell the rain will come

To hell the rain will come

We burn