| I’m walking through a wasted land
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| Of soft sell concrete and rust
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| What ever happened to this country?
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| Where is the hand you can trust?
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| Walk down, walk down, walk down
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| I remember when a farmer was ashamed
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| If he never put his hand to a plough
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| You can buy a lot of shame with your money
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| He’s riding in a limousine now
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| Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down!
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| Sweat is the name of this town
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| It’s an ugly old, dirty old disgrace
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| And now that the steel’s shut down
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| It’s fear puts the sweat in a man’s face
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| Walk down, walk down, walk down
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| Oh now I should have a break like you
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| But somebody stacked up the decks
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| Heads are going to roll some day
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| If we ever get this yoke off our necks
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| Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh
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| Well I’m walking through a wasted land
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| I’m walking through a wasted land
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| Where is the future we planned
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| I’m walking through a wasted land
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| Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! |