Richard Thompson - Walking Through A Wasted Land Lyrics
I'm walking through a wasted landOf soft sell concrete and rustWhat ever happened to this country?Where is the hand you can trust?Walk down, walk down, walk downI remember when a farmer was ashamedIf he never put his hand to a ploughYou can buy a lot of shame with your moneyHe's riding in a limousine nowWalk down, walk down, walk down, walk down!Sweat is the name of this townIt's an ugly old, dirty old disgraceAnd now that the steel's shut downIt's fear puts the sweat in a man's faceWalk down, walk down, walk downOh now I should have a break like youBut somebody stacked up the decksHeads are going to roll some dayIf we ever get this yoke off our necksWalk down, walk down, walk down, ohWell I'm walking through a wasted landI'm walking through a wasted landWhere is the future we plannedI'm walking through a wasted landWalk down, walk down, walk down, walk down