Immaculate Fools How The West Was Won
Catch me this morning
My head is undone
Curse my eyes
And cut out my tongue
The hunger of man
For blood and the gun
A pox on you
And a pox on your sons
Is this how the west was won?
Sons and daughters
With no light to follow
Where rivers ran deep
All now is shallow
From the valley of tears
To the mountain of sorrow
No turning the tide
No past in tomorrow
Is this how the west was won?
You piss down their backs
And tell them it's rain
But they've seen your faces
They know who to blame
You burn all the books
And change all the names
But the spirit lives on
It won't go away
Is this how the west was won?
Do I have enough years
To understand if I can
Why another should bury
Your language and land?
Cold the heart
And savage the hand
That takes from another
What he can't understand
Is this how the west was won?
