When the cutters left town
And we buried the Crown
The river ran true
The river ran true
When the cutters left town
When the Next Week's Landfill Corporation
Could not sell us phony fascination
It was all over
Parking lots conquered by clover
When the rollers left town
Rose a beautiful sound
The chatter of birds
The chatter of birds
When the rollers left town
When the owners left town
And the balance was found
No tangle of words
No tangle of words
When the owners left town
When the men lusting for acquisitions
Could not buy the cops or politicians
It was all over
Parking lots conquered by clover
When the drillers left town
And the system went down
The sky turned blue
The sky turned blue
When the drillers left town
When the cutters left town
And we buried the Crown
The river ran true
The river ran true
When the cutters left town
© 2012 John Newlands
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