When The Worm Stops Working

When the worm stops working And your children starve to death, Because there's nothing to harvest Fill an old big Swan chest freezer. What will you do, cry like the dew Those factories are all closing shop There's-not-another paying job It's The Grapes of Wrath for you. Life doesn't get easier; ask any vulture Who's still picking on last year's bones? It's his majesty, his kingdom To find a home - any rest in a cyclone. You can cry for the archangel Gabriel To come down with his revelations His proclamations vitriol But it won't feed you or me. When the worm stops working And your children starve to death, Because there's nothing to harvest Fill an old big Swan chest freezer. You can call to God and eat grass And drown yourself drinking mead But when these shifty systems crash No one's going to care for hard-working graft.