Driving through the south, no need to stop for gas
That's all taken care of, by the gas man
Some of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scars
And some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a bar
Driving through the south by car, me and Bonn and
Charlie B
The night makes us stop, by the side of the road for
Tea
I stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up
In the
Night sky It's in the shape of America, and it's in
Flames, but I'm not sure why
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
And we know a secret, it happened some time ago
A woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling show
Burlesque you could say, with breasts and body
Beautiful
But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that's
Why the people come
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go
We're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and green
Hill and valleys and opens skies, yes it's the best
We've ever seen
We're still sitting by the roadside, waitin' for a sign
Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a time
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go back there
