Quadruple ZZ Top by Bummer Lyrics

Once again the soil has produced no yield
The dust is permeating
Black mud begins to clog my lungs
Whatever the sun leaves you, locusts will take

No such thing as fertile land round these parts
Black clouds, they seem to tumble
Over the stretch of these great plains
Watching the land discipline us for man's ignorance

Dust is factored in

Crops have failed
Live-stock's dead
Think i'm next