Interpret:

Bad Religion

Album:

New Maps Of Hell

Back in '83 a man came to men and he told me 
"Son, our way of life is done"
But I was only young


With an eye to the fields speculators 
and yields rotten to the core,
Monoculture whores entered 
the bidding wars from distant shores,


I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath blazing 
a path from sea to shining sea!


Oh the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars,
Population wars setting our future course,
Is profit and greed the only 
conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? 
It may well be but,


I don't wanna be in the land known 
as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath blazing 
a path from sea to shining sea!


I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free,
With the grains of wrath blazing 
a path from sea to shining sea!