That slaughterhouse meant more to this town than them fools will ever know. Just a matter of time now Before this town's overrun by bikers and hippies. Most families have already fled. Well, I say let them go. Let them flee to the hills, and the cities who pollute our air and our water and our minds. Us... we're staying right here. The ashes of six generations of Hewitts have been tilled into the soil of this farm. We will never abandon the place of our birth. We're on our own now, people. And alone... we will rise above it all. People may not remember what we say here tonight. But they sure as ♥♥♥♥ will remember what we do! Thanks to the good sheriff here... We ain't gonna go hungry tonight. Matter of fact, we ain't never gonna starve again.