Dakota Trail

Hear about all the ones who are piecing their quest Reaching out the forceful squeeze of nature's dying breast So down to Dakota we go to show our detest And up with their dogs to announce our arrest When does it stop When does it stop In 20 years they're saying they were doing their jobs And down it goes Soldiers paid in oil cleans the bouncing of their cheque Hear their wails as they stare looking at their own wreck Stipping out the heart of a generation next Oh they become the ones who inevitably regress When does it stop When does it stop In 20 years they're saying they were doing their jobs And down it goes When does it stop When does it stop In 20 years we're counting all the things that we lost And down it goes