Farmers will be millionaires
And green will really be green
But father there's smoke in air
And look at all these sights unseen
Been living off a dead man's honey
For about a year or so
And I've got no shame
I've got no shame left to show
I was wrong about your fields
I was wrong about the snow
Whatever the colour of your collar
It's not too good an idea to holler
Too loud they're out there
And they're looking for clouds
I can't see I can't see
Father the mist it's inside of me
And when supermarkets go empty
What the f*ck am I gonna eat
I know how to shuffle papers
But food doesn't grow in concrete
I've never known war
But for the struggle in my bones
They're already old
And soon they won't be my own
Farmers will be millionaires
And dreams will really be dreams
They'll be smoke in the air
And you'll never know what those bonfires mean
I can't see I can't see
Father the mist it's inside of me
When fire falls and when rocks burn
Guess who's houses you'll run to first