clinging to the trees of a forest fire - leather hands lyrics

slave to my job the wage the paycheck.
a noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the
nursery to the grave.
sick of being nailed to a social security number.
living under the trough all i wanted was a horse a plow
and three hundred acres of sh-t i want a horse a plow and
three hundred acres of sh-t.
this is rightfully mine.
i am but an enslaved god among pig faced men.