Little House

Miles afar this cattle heard Satellite beams make themselves heard There's honey in the coffee cakes But there's truth found in poison Through panic rooms and laughing fits We found hard liquor and stained the sheets And the army boys will salute their fathers While the mothers bear their arms They find their faith in the prairies That they built their houses on Miles wide the sound of earth fills our cups with plastic surgery And the blacksmith took my hand and said the gold was far to malleable to use