40 Acres - Common Market

Heard ‘em singin' «this is my land» standin' on Mama Helen’s

With the band off-key;

will fill ‘em with jealousy

Well develop a gluttonous thirst for sullen fiends

I pilot the Allis Chalmers over skulls in the ravine

Chokin' horse power — open her up and holler «fuck class»

Specialized degree in chemistry, huffin' mustard gas

High hopes, underachiever he tends to overdose

Hella smell of smoke and soda, the mode is so morose

Nam vet, still in camouflage circa ‘85

Way to ride, son — I seen your father on the day he died

Dropped this in the pocket with the gem in the ear

Fuck the watch, old man, it’s the wisdom I wanna hear

Fought with the words, inexperienced in the expression

The voice fades, granted it’s a vague recollection but

«Let it pass,» is what he leant — what it meant?

Never asked

Many mysteries will be revealed through the devil’s craft

I’m a fast study, barn burner, the charm turnin'

Ugly under sparks when sharpening up the cutlery

Skill a little rusty but trust me, I’mma resuscitate

This call is hard to kill off once it culminates

Hibernation, my obligation is contractual

Where have all the good men gone?

They’re on sabbatical

Baptizing my goddaughter, water wash the hands of blood

But soles soiled with the sand and mud

For the love of them rise above and cleanse the sins

I can part with that much, just don’t touch the timbs

Every scuff I earned, armchair sucker-tough, I yearn

To compare it to the stuff I learned

Colonel status ‘til the graduate passed on, the pursuit of

Passion will stop upon a plot on Vashon

Nice one, boy — the soy that’s on the upper row

Price one;

that’s a bison, not a buffalo

Hustle grand, seen a demand for organic

In toxicity limits — infinitely more panic

They’re resorting to importing plants from other planets

It cancels out the importance of the advantage

They’re tantric types — neophytes with dietary afflictions

Imposing proprietary restrictions

Time to go to war, shortly I’ll be back in Drennon

Attending to 40 acres and a dissident…