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

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