Pack em up Charlie gonna leave this place
Turn our shoulders to an empty space
It don't matter if you're gone today
Long as everybody stay away
Rich is rich and poor is poor
And the money you had ain't good no more
Wait in a line, wait in a line
Hey mister can I buy a little time
Everything you planted has gone to rot
And no one around to buy the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pouring gasoline on the killing field
March them soldiers down that line
March them boys in straight time
Them poor boys are like fuel on the fire
Bad news comin' down the AP Wire
Taciturn, do your fingers burn
What if anything did you earn
Ain't a taste that can satisfy
The blood lust of the youth gone wild
Everything you planted has gone to rot
And no one around to buy the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pouring gasoline on the killing field
Everybody's sick there's a fever goin' around
Set it on fire and burn the whole thing down
Where no one has to hear that terrible sound
Everything you planted has gone to rot
And no one around to buy the little you got
Four big wheels American steel
Pouring gasoline on the killing field
Pouring gasoline on the killing field
Pouring gasoline on