.[Verse 1]
The sweat cuts rivers in the dust on your face
While the wheels beneath complain
The wind still whistles through the haze
And the sun shines like a razorblade
And the bones of crops and banknotes pave the way
[Verse 2]
The highways are lined with gr.
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