Fieldtrip U.S.A.

Fresh drops, cellophane
Move me down the abandoned ground
Forests, fields, bananas brown
Boredom hills you are dear to me now
The ultimate shot of random procedure
Move through the mud
Move through the land
Soon being forced to sue you
Soon being left without a frown
So I went to bed with you all — In uniform
Hard knuckles with your silenced rule — In uniform
We over heard what you were saying — In uniform
Frazzle heads, worn to the ground
Making you suck on this lemony land
You can’t smell the dirt until they crap on your lawn
Damage is done no matter what you are told
Resist and you find yourself buried in clouds
Move through the mud
Move through the land
Soon being forced to sue you
Soon being left without a frown
So I went to bed with you all — In uniform
Hard knuckles with your silenced rule — In uniform
We over heard what you were saying — In uniform