Gasoline - Shovels & Rope

Left, right, left right left

Pack 'em up Charlie, gonna leave this place

Turn our shoulders to the empty space

It don’t matter if you’re gone today

Long as everybody stay away

Rich is rich and poor is poor

And the money you had ain’t good no more

Wait in a line, wait in a line

Hey mister, can I buy a little time?

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pour gasoline on the killing field

March them soldiers down that line

March them boys in straight time

Good four boys like feel on the fire

Bad news comin' down the AP wire

Taciturn til your fingers burn

What, if anything, did you earn?

Pain it tastes like a savage fire

The blood lust of the youth gone wild

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pour gasoline on the killing field

Everybody’s sick, there’s a fever going around

Set it on fire and burn the whole thing down

Go somewhere, start a new town

Where nobody has to hear that terrible sound

Everything you planted has gone to rot

No one around to pull the little you got

Four big wheels, American steel

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field

Pourin' gasoline on the killing field