Walking Through A Wasted Land

I'm walking through a wasted land

Of soft sell concrete and rust

What ever happened to this country?

Where is the hand you can trust?

Walk down, walk down, walk down

I remember when a farmer was ashamed

If he never put his hand to a plough

You can buy a lot of shame with your money

He's riding in a limousine now

Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down!

Sweat is the name of this town

It's an ugly old, dirty old disgrace

And now that the steel's shut down

It's fear puts the sweat in a man's face

Walk down, walk down, walk down

Oh now I should have a break like you

But somebody stacked up the decks

Heads are going to roll some day

If we ever get this yoke off our necks

Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh

Well I'm walking through a wasted land

I'm walking through a wasted land

Where is the future we planned

I'm walking through a wasted land

Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down!