Gasoline

Left, right, left right left Pack 'em up Charlie, gonna leave this place Turn our shoulders to the empty space It don't matter if you're gone today Long as everybody stay away Rich is rich and poor is poor And the money you had ain't good no more Wait in a line, wait in a line Hey mister, can I buy a little time? Everything you planted has gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field March them soldiers down that line March them boys in straight time Good four boys like feel on the fire Bad news comin' down the AP wire Taciturn til your fingers burn What, if anything, did you earn? Pain it tastes like a savage fire The blood lust of the youth gone wild Everything you planted has gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pour gasoline on the killing field Everybody's sick, there's a fever going around Set it on fire and burn the whole thing down Go somewhere, start a new town Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound Everything you planted has gone to rot No one around to pull the little you got Four big wheels, American steel Pourin' gasoline on the killing field