Lyrics:

When The Oil Stops, Everything Stops, Nothin Left In The Fountain
nobody Wants Paper Money, Son, So You Just As Well Stop Countin
can You Break The Horse, Can You Light The Fire
whats That, I Beg Your Pardon
youd Best Start Thinkin Where Your Food Comes From And I Hope You Tend A Good Garden

gettin Down On The Mountain, Gettin Down On The Mountain
dont Wanna Be Around When The Shit Goes Down
ill Be Gettin Down On The Mountain, Goin To Ground On The Mountain

when The Trucks Dont Run, The Bread Wont Come, Have A Hard Time Findin Petrol
water Aint Runnin In The City No More, Do You Hold Any Precious Metal
can You Gut The Fish, Can You Read The Sky
whats That About Overcrowdin
you Ever Seen A Man Whos Kids Aint Ate For Seventeen Days And Countin

there Aint No Heat And The Powers Gone Out, Its Kerosene Lamps And Candles
the Roads Are Blocked, Its All Gridlocked, You Got A Shortwave Handle
can You Track The Deer, Can You Dig The Well
i Couldnt Quite Hear Your Answer
i Think I See A Rip In The Social Fabric, Brother Can You Pass The Ammo
i Think I See A Rip In The Social Fabric, Brother Can You Spare Some Ammo