I'm walking through a wasted land. Of soft sell concrete and rust. What ever happened to this country?. Where is the hand you can trust?. Walk down walk down walk down. I remember when a farmer was ashamed. If he never put his hand to a plough. You can buy a lot of shame with your money. He's riding in a limousine now. Walk down walk down walk down walk down!. Sweat is the name of this town. It's an ugly old dirty old disgrace. And now that the steel's shut down. It's fear puts the sweat in a man's face. Walk down walk down walk down. Oh now I should have a break like you. But somebody stacked up the decks. Heads are going to roll some day. If we ever get this yoke off our necks. Walk down walk down walk down oh. Well I'm walking through a wasted land. I'm walking through a wasted land. Where is the future we planned. I'm walking through a wasted land. Walk down walk down walk down walk down!