Reaper on the Oilfields
Wayfarer
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A bad wind blowin'
Blowin' round
Down the hillside, into your town
Here it comes
You take the black blood from the ground
It always comes back round
A reaper on
The oilfields
He's carried long
And he carries still
Count your blessings now
Lay your children down
You're spending others' blood
Well
You'll pay your own
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A reaper on
The oilfields
He's carried long
And he carries still
These plains will make for your shallow grave
They'll wrap you in a flag and
Forget your name, yeah
A reaper on
The oilfiеlds
You toiled long
And you'll toil still
Your soul belongs now
To the fiеld
They hide, they hide
They hid, they hid