Wheat

It is untrue you mad man
It's balderdash you crazy
What i like is true
What i don't, delusions
And chariots were speeding
Carried by horses
They were seeding fear
Death and havoc
Wheat fields were growing
God allowed that
Peon worked on them
Gathered crops
And empires grew
Rich in the grains
It is untrue you mad man
It's balderdash you crazy