Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight

Split like a cord of wood my family broke up

Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow

A breathing piece of shit



Picked for my age, for my strength and make up

Called for i was tall, i was big, i could hold up

A tree or a piece of steel i could do

What my fat owner can't



Ah, future farmers of america

Future farmers of america

Future farmers of america



Ah

I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over

I have a sex twice as big as her husband's

If i wasn't so large, so strong, so pale

I'd disappear under a bush



Colorless men and ladies of the world unite

Kill your master with one cut of your knife

Kill them during sex, kill them during talk

Kill them whenever you can



Future farmers of america

Future farmers of america

Future farmers of america



These -

- stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart

Look at me, i'll never own land that i work on

Every one of us here shares a surname

This father must die



I was born on the dark cusp of twilight

My father was dark, my mother was light

Look at me, i'm strong

I could crush him in my fist



Ah

I could crush him in my

I could crush him in my

I could crush him in my fist



I could crush him in my

I could crush him in my

I could crush him in my fist



Future farmers of america

I could crush him in my fist

Future farmers of america

I could crush him in my fist

Future farmers of america

I could crush him in my fist