I'm waiting for the sun to rise    so I can find my way back to Texas.      But oh it's still dark outside    cuz I can taste the fire on my lips    And so I say to Lord, I'm so tired of this mess, but   The nation still burns at night,    my ribs the coal of progress.      So hey, get away from here, old ghost   we don't like your kind,    soldier, defend this land and fight.      These fields of fire they burn to dust    said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee.   The old machines are laid to rest   New England stars, they're lovely.   And so I say to him,    Boy, have you seen men in these parts?   Hey hey yah yah    black gold swims under the dirt.      So hey, get away from here, old ghost,   we don't like your kind,    Soldier, defend this land and fight.