Far beyond the road   Between your house and home   There is a churning storm   Of hailing burning bones      Tiny baby cries   Little, tiny pawn   In the profit gain   Tiny baby grows      Mother, who's your man   Is he doing what he can   To make a proper home, home   By overturning other stones, stones   Father, mighty man   Loves his little boys, boys   Shows them how to kill   To save his precious stones, stones      Far beyond the wheel   It steers your life around   We're driving flesh and blood   Deep into the ground, ground      Far beyond the wheel   It steers your life around   We're driving flesh and blood   Deep into the ground, ground