Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed. Living off the land and taking what he needs. Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive. I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind. In the struggle for parity not one man's voice can sound. Cuz the foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the ground. Yeah they wanna feed the world but for power and for greed. Then they'll cut off the supply until they get what they need. Well I dreamed I saw a dustbowl where the farmers used to live. Earth was flying thru the sky it had nothing left to give. Tractors were burning on the White House lawn. Just woke up one morning and the farmers all were gone. Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed. Living off the land and taking what he needs. Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive. I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind. Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive. I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind.