With a little faith we could raise the land



With a little hope we could move as planned



With a little faith we could raise the land



With a little hope we could move as planned



Farm the ghetto up



Feed the famine down with our nose to the grindstone



Ear to the ground



Find a steady job



Build a happy home



Farm a steady crop



Then depose the throne



We could irrigate thirst quenching lake



Make a fertile place



Thus the desert spake...





Spill the feathers up



Slash the silk might as well stop boo



Hooing over all that spilt milk



Empty trapscreaming eye



Seething lipstop wondering



Why butter mountains here.



Better motivate it's getting late



Assassinate the grainco co co co commotion



Before a global war



We'd better bridge the ocean





Just like an open wound that



Forever bleeds just like an open plain



In scattered seeds or the foolish man



Believing all he reads



He begshe pleads.