Far beyond the road

Between your house and home

There is a churning storm

Of hailing burning bones





Tiny baby cries

Little, tiny pawn

In the profit gain

Tiny baby grows





Mother, who’s your man

Is he doing what he can

To make a proper home, home

By overturning other stones, stones

Father, mighty man

Loves his little boys, boys

Shows them how to kill

To save his precious stones, stones





Far beyond the wheel

Spin your life around

By driving flesh and blood

Deep into the ground, ground





Far beyond the wheel

Steers life around

By driving flesh and blood

Deep into the ground, ground