"Bury My Money On The Farm" lyrics

How did you pave your own way?
Gilded with gold that they gave you to play with
You say that you made it and more
But I know who is rich and I know who is poor
How will you stake your own claim?
Armed with a scarecrow to spike into soil that is clay
How it holds what you planted
But rots like a cancer and dies anyway

And I can't lay my head at night
Because it's all decay and blight
So I will try to treat the soil
To soothe my soul against the old imagined fright

And I wanna say there's warmer days to come
Until that time I will bury my money on the farm

And how will you line you own grave?
Velvet and silver bells, posies to scent where you lay
Under gazes and glares of non-believers
I've seen how they pray anyway
While your shaping your clay
Riven from beds of a stream
That you've dammed now to feed your own fields further up river
Down here for water in tears they will pay

And I can't lay my head at night
Because it's all decay and blight
So I will try to treat the soil
To soothe my soul against the old imagined fright

And I wanna say there's warmer days to come
Yeah, I wanna say there's warmer days to come
Until that time I will bury my money
Until that time I will bury my money
Until that time I will bury my money on the farm