Proud Land Lyrics

Here we sit upon the fringe
We'll break the bread and start the binge again
Lead me to some past to follow
Raise my glass and toast to swallowing

But this proud land is not real
You know they feed up on the weak
Not on the wheat
It seems to be

Tuned in are the wide-eyed screaming
Sounds without a meaning just a trend
Sow your seed and pass the bag
We've raised the corn and now the flag, amen

But this proud land is not real
You know they feed upon the weak
Not on the wheat
It seems to be

On any nameless street
The clothes are on the line
The dogwood's blooming
And the paper's right on time

Black and white is read to us
To feed the hand that feeds on us again
Sell the pride and wear a grin
Cause happy days are here again

But this proud land is not real
You know they feed upon the weak
Not on the wheat
It seems to be