Texty: Stavesacre. Future History Of The Broken-hearted.

You play the firing squad; I?ll be the target
I?ll just stand here broken-hearted and amazed
You are the angry mob, I hear you callin?
Your Straw-man Gallows swing with
hunger unrestrained

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You?ve raped my eyes wide open
Now it?s easy to see (it?s easy to see)
How you?d say I?m guilty of treason
So un-American
Just don?t call me blind

Reach over cotton fields; look past the jungles
Post-cards from Wounded Knee and burning desert hells
So long as you can sleep clear of your conscience
Leave future history to those who write so well

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I swear my allegiance to the memory
The shadow
Of a nation that could have been
I swear my allegiance to the memory
The shadow
Of a nation that never was

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