Grains of Wrath (Bad Religion)

Back in '83, a man came to me And he told me, "Son Our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields Speculators and yields rotten to the core Monoculture whores Entered the bidding wars from distant shores I don't wanna be in the land Known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath Blazing a path from sea to shining sea Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete and rails And exhausted roars Population wars setting our future course Yeah, is profit and greed The only conceit on a scale between Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be but I don't wanna be in the land Known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath Blazing a path from sea to shining sea Shine on, I don't wanna be in the land Known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath Blazing a path from sea to shining sea Oh, oh, oh, shine on