Feeding Off The Love Of The Land

Seems the wisdom of man hasn't got much wiser

Than the very beginning of our time

Agree or war has been our way of compromising

Let live and love has become our biggest lie

Seems to me that fools are even more foolish

Thinking of themselves and nobody else

But then if asked for poor will riches be replenished

They say boot straps must be pulled up by themselves

Feeding off the love of the land

Leaving much to be desired

Living off the love of the

Lord While the price for life is higher

Isn't love to be admired

Has the good in man expired

Stealing all the love and the beauty from the land

I awake each morning to the birds a-singing

Singing out to God to come and save

His own But when throughout the world the cry of love is ringing

Is then when

He'll stop to hear our song

Cause we're feeding off the love of the land