Pastures of dread

Every harvest is blighted
by the lord almighty
every game gets rigged
before it becomes big

       Pastures of dread
       walking with the dead
       I don't know what I said
       walking in the lonely
       pastures of dread

All the dreams are planned
and all the schemes are scanned
for impropriety
life's just a lie to me

        refr.



1986.