Lyrics Barnyard Farm - BstMstR

In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are sparse
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh
In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are spars
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh

In the barnyard farm tempers always rising
Don't stop the party animals from fighting
Once the die is cast, straight whiskerjack
Some of the best farmers were amongst the Vikings
In the barnyard farm, takes an honest living
Territorial pissing, ad hoc religion
Playing Texas hold 'em under candle lighting
Two Lores colliding, Thor's lightning striking
In the barnyard farm they're climbing silos
The natives call me, "Dances With Rhinos"
Digging holes cuz I'm looking for a trove of gold
I know its hidden and protected by a wicked gnome
In the barnyard farm they're raising crops
And the weather vein spins 'till the twister stops
No aliens from Mars gonna mean us harm
Any more than any fucking buried atom bomb. Am I wrong?

In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are sparse
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh
In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are spars
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh

In the barnyard farm they have awesome gardens
Funks G Hybrid sponsored auctions
You can get lost with walking stick
Find wild rhubarb fresh enough to pick
In the barnyard farm ladybugs are ruthless
And boll weevils ain't nothing but a nuisance
Double barrel shotty totin' Emler Fudd
Already fed when the rooster wakes up the sun
In the barnyard farm freedom is expensive
But we pay it cuz we don't wanna be left defenseless
But you're surrounded by electric fences
Makes your barnyard life, feel more like a sentence
Barnyard farmers are making the bread
As it was written up on Charolette's web
Women and children and elders take shelter
In the cellar, in the barn or in the tractor shed. Amen

In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are sparse
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh
In the barnyard farm, farmers are in charge
Living large while the world's spare parts are spars
Communities starving, celebrate the harvest
Cuz droughts are as long as the winter's harsh