Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
Of hailing burning bones There is a churning storm
Tiny baby cries In the profit gain
Little, tiny pawn Tiny baby grows Mother, who's your man
To make a proper home, home
Is he doing what he can
By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
To save his precious stones, stones
Shows them how to kill Far beyond the wheel
Deep into the ground, ground
Spin your life around
By driving flesh and blood Far beyond the wheel
By driving flesh and blood
Steers life around
Deep into the ground, ground.
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