Out of town, my work takes me
Out of town,
I empty villages
I burn their housed down.
I set up factories
Lay out plantations,
And bring prosperity to
The poorer nations.
The roads and rails
Run like cracks and
Carry me
Upon their backs.
Out of town,
I empty villages
I burn their housed down.
I set up factories
Lay out plantations,
And bring prosperity to
The poorer nations.
The roads and rails
Run like cracks and
Carry me
Upon their backs.