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{deep driving bass guitar intro solo} {heavy steady rock drums enter}
This was a land of wealth before,
But now the shadows hit the floor.
And even though the lions roar,
The monkeys started stealing more.
The vultures strip the bones today
They take the meat and fly away {gritty bluesy guitar riffs} Too
many views! Too many lies!
Too many opinions under these skies!
Too many problems, heavy and cold,
We bought the story that we were told!
Count the warnings, there’s more than twenty— There’s heavy trouble in the
land of plenty!
The sheep are following the wolves,
Divided by their iron hooves.
In the distance the hyenas laugh,
Cutting the golden land in half.
The owls in their wisdom hide,
With no more truth left on their side.
Too many views! Too many lies!
Too many opinions under these skies!
Too many problems, heavy and cold,
We bought the story that we were told!
Count the warnings, there’s more than twenty— There’s heavy trouble in the
land of plenty! The pockets are full but the spirits are empty,
Greed is the rule in the land of plenty.
Who’s gonna fight?
Who’s gonna stand? Before the fire burns this land!
{screaming guitar solo}
Too many views! Too many lies!
Too many opinions under these skies!
Too many problems, heavy and cold,
We bought the story that we were told!
Count the warnings, there’s more than twenty— There’s heavy trouble in the
land of plenty
Yeah, the lions roar,
but nobody hears...
Just the sound of the hyenas' jeers.
Trouble in the land of plenty.
It's empty. {slow fading guitar feedback and heavy bass notes}