Gasoline

Left, right, left-right-left
 Pack 'em up Charlie, gonna leave this place
 Turn our shoulders to the empty space
 It don't matter if you're gone today
 Long as everybody stay away
 Rich is rich and poor is poor
 And the money you had ain't good no more
 Wait in a line, wait in a line
 Hey mister, can I buy a little time?
 Everything you planted is gone to rot
 No one around to pull the little you got
 Four big wheels, American steel
 Pour gasoline on the killing field
 March them soldiers down that line
 March them boys in straight time
 Good four boys like feel on the fire
 Bad news comin' down the eggbeat wire
 Dance and turn 'til your fingers burn
 What, if anything, did you earn?
 Pain it tastes like a savage fire
 The blood lust of the youth gone wild
 Everything you planted is gone to rot
 No one around to pull the little you got
 Four big wheels, American steel
 Pour gasoline on the killing field
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 Everybody's sick, there's a fever goin' around
 Set it on fire and burn the whole thin' down
 Go somewhere, he's gonna do time
 Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound
 Everything you planted is gone to rot
 No one around to pull the little you got
 Four big wheels, American steel
 Pourin' gasoline on the killing field
 Pourin' gasoline on the killing field
 Pourin' gasoline on the killing field