Mouths to Feed

Mouths to Feed - Karen Elson

The field's a desert

Not a place to sow a seed

The dust has settled

And the rich man ignored our pleas

What once was a bountiful place

To lay down the plough

Is just a no man's land

Howling in the dust now

Why are the men in suits still

Able to cheat and bleed

While I'm still tending this land

Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed

And the dust has come and choked up my land

And covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are

The tears that fall from me

The tears that fall from me

The tears that fall from me

Woo

Why are the men in suits still

Able to cheat and bleed

While I'm still tending this land

Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed

And the dust has come and choked up my land

And covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are

The tears

Are the tears

Are the tears

Are the tears

That fall from me