I went walkin by the river by the sky high piles of sand
I ask the hard hat wearin man about his dream his master plan

Those aren't just piles of sand, he said, there big piles of gold
They're gonna feed some mouths, move idle hands, move us up the totem pole

They'll even grease some palms if you wanna play some ball...
In the big leagues with the big boys smokin fat cigars
Just loosen your belt son

Mmmmm... got the Frac Sand Blues

Three states to the East further down the rabbit hole
The waters on fire, the cost is higher while mother earths stands alone

They stick her with a needle they sodomize her soil
Pollute the blood of your unborn child in the name of a dollar bill

But hey at least you got a job and a fist to fight the war...
With those Persians and the terror and your empty tanks
Are you scared yet?

Mmmmm... got the Frac Sand Blues
Mmmmm... got the Frac Sand Blues

I went to raise my hand a couple questions on my mind
They sent trade secrets, jigsaw puzzles, more wool for my eyes

I followed all the green and the puppets tagged for sale
Its all about money its only sunny on the their side of capitol hill

I can see our children with an empty glass and empty tears...
Maybe you would too if you took those dollar signs out of your eyes

Mmmmm... got the Frac Sand Blues
Mmmmm... got the Frac Sand Blues