Far beyond the road
  Between your house and home
  There is a churning storm
  Of hailing burning bones
      Tiny baby cries
  Little, tiny pawn
  In the profit gain
  Tiny baby grows
      Mother, who's your man
  Is he doing what he can
  To make a proper home, home
  By overturning other stones, stones
  Father, mighty man
  Loves his little boys, boys
  Shows them how to kill
  To save his precious stones, stones
      Far beyond the wheel
  Spin your life around
  By driving flesh and blood
  Deep into the ground, ground
      Far beyond the wheel
  Steers life around
  By driving flesh and blood
  Deep into the ground, ground