Up on the high ground Down on my knees This old world is killing me Gotta have rain If you want to plant seed This old world is killing me This old world is killing me I was down on the ninth of July This old world is killing me They put me to work In a field of rye This old world is killing me This old world is killing me I can't get out and I don't fit in This old world is killing me If I die I'll just come back again This old world is killing me This old world is killing me Up on the high ground Down on my knee You gotta have rain If you want to plant seed This old world is killing me This old world is killing me This old world is killing me