See the body in the road Like a buggy, heavy load Forty pounds, forty tons Drag it with me, never done Nothing finished Nothing won Carry the winners, everyone Got my orders, here we come Little country, little son In the sand, we have dug To our mirrors, what we want You're the father, what it's done I'm your boy, you're like a son I just can't live 'cause my mother [?] Take me out into the weather But I'm to find the feathers The chaos in the home Nothing finished Nothing won Carry the winners, everyone