But what when all your fields are rotten
Your words twisted skywards distracted by mars
And you hide the dead
And though you play alone, you never get lonely
Your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
Behold a white horse with you on its back
And you fools in the back with your heads in your hat
But what when your fields are all rotten
I hope you've had fun with your game
You pour out your prayers and weep 'cause you care
But oh no, I see them falling, let's all pray for rain
When your days are done
To the ends of the earth, sweet salvations scar
Your work is yet done
What when all your fields are rotten
But oh no, the sky is falling, let's all pray for rain
In parlor with your bibles and guns
While you blind your own kind behind a curtain of fear
But what when all your fields are rotten
And your vision is clear
You never get bored
Your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
But oh no, I see them falling, let's all pray for rain
And ever I can't pretend we're not near the end
And your children are reared by panic and fear
Your collection of tongues you keep framed
Great waves of progress shall wet the air
"This playground is yours", spoke God
A long dozen arrows locked in your stare
While my friends head to die in your name
When you met behind closed doors
Your progeny's brave, their tract house waiting
And slap of the shores of mountain sides
How dare they distrust, do they know who we are?
"Gesture your hands and the pawns shall subside"
And my words won't be done
And it was written as fact
Your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
Pre-plucked and pre-paved
Your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
The fetus of Christ with a fistful of scars
Who needs a friend when God's on your side?
But oh no the sky is falling, let's all pray for rain
Inbreed us all 'til we're all the same
And the oceans shall rise up