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A bad wind blowin',

Blowin' round

Down the hillside, into your town

Here it comes

you take the black blood from the ground

It always comes back round

A reaper on

The oilfields

He's carried long

And he carries still

Count your blessings now

Lay your children down

You're spending others' blood,

well

You'll pay your own

A reaper on

The oilfields

He's carried long

And he carries still

These plains will make for your shallow grave

They'll wrap you in a flag and

Forget your name, yeah

A reaper on

The oilfields

You toiled long

And you'll toil still

Your soul belongs now

To the field

They hide. They hide.

They hid. They hid.