On a cattail singing for a buffalo gal, A red-winged blackbird cries. The bulldozer scrapes clean the hallowed ground. The fawn give up and dies. The castles shout, the earth gives sway, Till no more space is found. Once built they lie unfilled. The scarred earth seeks revenge Black funnels are their ends they retire to the dust leaving just the red-winged blackbird singing for a buffalo gal.