(Distorted drone, thick dusty tape hiss, lo-fi crackle, faint ethereal choir humming)

(Smooth jazz crooner voice)

Red dirt rising like a funeral shroud

Beneath a sun that’s far too loud

I’ll pour a martini in the eye of the storm

Where the prairie winds are jagged and worn

(Ethereal choir backing, heavy drone wall of sound)

Oklahoma, the Nation’s Hurtland

Sifting through the ash and the burning sand

(Crooner) A lullaby for the displaced soul

(Distorted) Where the black metal bells begin to toll

(Funky Drummer break, high-pass filter, gritty lo-fi textures, heavy bass drone)

(Whispered Sesame Street counting voice, bitcrushed)

One... Two... Three... (distorted scream)

Four... Five... Six... (reverberated drone)

Seven tiny ghosts in the tall grass play

While the dust bowl washes the light away

(Crooner vocals, warped pitch, tape flutter)

The Trail of Tears is paved in neon signs

And the oil rigs hum in crooked lines

It’s a lonesome valley, cold and deep

Where the alphabet monsters never sleep

(Ethereal choir swells, heavy feedback drone)

Oklahoma, the Nation’s Hurtland

Sifting through the ash and the burning sand

(Crooner) My heart is a tumbleweed in the rain

(Screamed) Bound by the iron of the ghost train

(Funky Drummer break slowly disintegrates into lo-fi drone)

(Sesame Street voice) Today’s song was brought to you by the letter H...

(Tape stop sound, long decaying echo)