Lyrics:

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