Lyrics:

Left, right, left right leftPack ''em up Charlie, gonna leave this placeTurn our shoulders to the empty spaceIt don''t matter if you''re gone todayLong as everybody stay awayRich is rich and poor is poorAnd the money you had ain''t good no moreWait in a line, wait in a lineHey mister, can I buy a little time?Everything you planted has gone to rotNo one around to pull the little you gotFour big wheels, American steelPour gasoline on the killing fieldMarch them soldiers down that lineMarch them boys in straight timeGood four boys like feel on the fireBad news comin'' down the AP wireTaciturn till your fingers burnWhat, if anything, did you earn?Pain it tastes like a savage fireThe blood lust of the youth gone wildEverything you planted has gone to rotNo one around to pull the little you gotFour big wheels, American steelPour gasoline on the killing fieldEverybody''s sick, there''s a fever going aroundSet it on fire and burn the whole thing downGo somewhere, start a new townWhere nobody has to hear that terrible soundEverything you planted has gone to rotNo one around to pull the little you gotFour big wheels, American steelPourin'' gasoline on the killing field