Fertile Fields Lyrics - Good Riddance

Sometimes those simple things won't turn the trick no more 

And our self-important dreams they all lie shattered on the floor 

Even the proletariat receives his royalty 

And as the battle rages on and on I wish it wasn't me 

And it seems so cruel 

The last one breaking up 

Until the winter finds it's worth 

As we glide upon the earth 

Now the trees are swept aside by wind and sheets of rain 

And the fertile fields once gilded have now withered and refrained 

She who longs for comfort feels instead a savage thrust 

And the ashen sky grows ever darker as dawn gives way to dust 

As we set our dogs upon the earth 

Feast on the dead until no life remains 

Forward towards a pointless end we squander never gain