Old Farmers:
We old ones, have seen two wars

Father:
When you're sick and afraid
And there's danger around
Take a pick and a spade
And cut into the ground
Away from the light
Away from the sound
Make a trap for the beast
Dig his burial mound.

Dig for your life
Dig to the death
Dig for salvation
Till your very last breath
Dig for protection
Dig for release
Dig for resurrection
Dig for peace

Old Farmers:
We old ones, have seen two wars

Father:
When you dream of a laser
That sears your soul
Slices like a razor
Burns like coal
You can bet you'll forget
When the rocks start to roll
And the last meets the least
By the watering hole.

Dig it down deep
Dig it out wide
Dig it for pleasure
Dig it for pride
Dig it for treasure
Dig it for stones
Dig it for the metal
And dig it for the bones

Old Farmers:
We old ones, have seen two wars.

Fire! I'll take you to burn
Fire! I'm gonna take you to learn
I'll see you burn

You fought hard and you saved and earned
Now all of it's going to burn
In your mind, your tiny mind
You know you've been completely blind
Don't you dream of what you left so far behind?

Fire! To destroy all we've done
Fire! To end all we've become
I'll see you burn

You were living your life just like a little girl
Spreading your wings in the middle of this little world
In your mind, your tiny mind
You know you've fallen far behind
Now you're gonna burn

Fire! You're gonna burn!