Rent Strike - V: Fair Trade Death March

I walked the highways in the darkness, in the Spring
To Columbus, I walked the highways in the Spring
Past iron walls across the street from hospitals
To Columbus, I walked the highways in the Spring
And in the Summertime, I saw the northern lights
Up in Portsmouth, where I walked in the Summertime
Cars passed by, it's Live Free or Die
Up in Portsmouth, where I walked in the Summertime

I said, 'Bough and Flower, Leaf and Grass
Let them pass. Let them pass
Come back to me. Come back to me
And tell me, my Land is best

They said that, in the South, smoke pours from the mouth
Of Hell that they've got hollowed out
I saw it for myself as all the leaves of Autumn fell
The mouth of Hell that they've got in the South
So silent, in the snowfall, in the winter, in the West
To the Mountains, I wandered in the West
I called them by the Names that they had in ancient days,
The Mountain range that sleeps now in the West

Wood and Water. Stock and Stone
Never go Home. I can never go Home
But I'll look for you. I'll look for you
To tell me I'm not alone

Oh, holy Rust
Turn foundation into dust
Oh, holy Rust. Holy Rust
Oh, sacred Flood
Wash away what we have become
Oh, sacred Flood. Sacred Flood

I walked through fire. I will wander through the ash
I will look for in the future what I looked for in the past
And, although I'm scared, I know that I have weathered worse
I have weathered worse

So we smash the gate and burn the flag!
It's the only choice we've ever had!
Sound the horn and beat the drum!
To industry, with Doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
To industry, with Doom we

Written by:
John Cichy

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