Fields N' Town

The devils in this washed up plot of land

I can feel it every time he shakes my hand

He's building sets for the minstrel show

Of quarter rides and carnivals

Till you wake up and wonder where you've been

And politics is fickle as a thread

And the answers aren't inside the books we read

And the goldfish thought majority

Forget the way it used to be

Till you wake up and wonder where you've been

And here I'm standing in this town

Where markets all came crashing down

They'll kill you just to take the crown away

And to save face

And here I'm standing in these fields

Where cavalries callously killed

And somewhere in the truth reveals the fate

That we made a mistake