You finally found the mainstream in the middle of your life   You tapped into a vein of endless gold chains, now you're locked up tight   Tearing down the middle of it, splitting it right in half   Bobbing up and down the waves like a runaway slave on a Huck Finn raft      Take your wife, take your family, take your gun, running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods, looking for someone   A member of your tribe, a place you can hide 'til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood, you'll be spilling blood like a native son      Where you gonna run to? There ain't no underground   If only you could fly, you'd cut across the sky like a rifle round   Oh, who are your people and where is your homeland?   'Cause they're dying side by side at the river of pride   Where we tried to take a stand      Take your wife, take your family, take your gun, running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods, looking for someone   A member of your tribe, a place you can hide 'til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood, you'll be spilling blood like a native son      Take your wife, take your family, take your gun, running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods, looking for someone   A member of your tribe, a place you can hide 'til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood, you'll be spilling blood like a native son   In the fields before the flood, you'll be spilling blood like a native son