Mountains crumble and bridges fall.
The lights go out, over everything that we once saw.
And it's hard, oh so hard, in Wasted Land.
Bats are dying, from a mysterious disease,
And what will become of us, without the Honey Bee?
Moss grows deep, in Wasted Land...
Sometimes I think, that it will all work out.
And then I listen, and I look about.
I see it's cold, and oh so hard... In Wasted Land...
So storms are brewing, what can I say?
And life might be cheap, I guess it depends on the time of the day.
But I know it's hard, so fucking hard... In Wasted Land...
Yes, it's hard, so very hard... In Wasted Land.