Far beyond the road



Between your house and home



There is a churning storm



Of hailing burning bones



 



Tiny baby cries



Little, tiny pawn



In the profit gain



Tiny baby grows



 



Mother, who's your man



Is he doing what he can



To make a proper home, home



By overturning other stones, stones



Father, mighty man



Loves his little boys, boys



Shows them how to kill



To save his precious stones, stones



 



Far beyond the wheel



It steers your life around



We're driving flesh and blood



Deep into the ground, ground



 



Far beyond the wheel



It steers your life around



We're driving flesh and blood



Deep into the ground, ground