Both sides of the power-line
Two reasons, ways, still same kinds
Old and young and rich and poor
Farming folks vs. Business whores

They'd sell the land underneath your feet
Let you vanish to the driest creek
They don't have a clue that the food they eat
Comes from the other side of the wires reach

So spray the skies till darkness falls
Ceo's count the sheep behind their walls
No lights go out but the sun
On the wrong side of the wire just a battle won

Critter on the line just having fun
Poison sprayers call out boys load your guns
Fire the cannons bomb the beast
Might cut the power on the man's t. v

Farmers sit on the back-porch crying
Waters been poisoned crops are dying
Winters coming stomachs ache
When they ask why heads just shake
Winters come and on the other side
Rich mans hungry don't know why
Calls his slaves to bring some more
When he heard why dropped to the floor

Stores all empty like an old ghost town
Folks are starving the whole world round
The farmers land has been raped
Now that you understand you're much too late
On the wrong side of the wire just a battle won