Letras:The Jakes. Texas Tea.

I'm waiting for the sun to rise
so I can find my way back to Texas.

But oh it's still dark outside
cuz I can taste the fire on my lips
And so I say to Lord, I'm so tired of this mess, but
The nation still burns at night,
my ribs the coal of progress.

So hey, get away from here, old ghost
we don't like your kind,
soldier, defend this land and fight.

These fields of fire they burn to dust
said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee.
The old machines are laid to rest
New England stars, they're lovely.
And so I say to him,
Boy, have you seen men in these parts?
Hey hey yah yah
black gold swims under the dirt.

So hey, get away from here, old ghost,
we don't like your kind,
Soldier, defend this land and fight.