Let's see what we call this.
Reflections from the Bigot's Graveyard.
There was none on his side
They was all on my side
So we beat him silly
Who said life was fair?
And I watched him fallin'
And I heard him callin'
What the hell are you doin'?
Brother, don't you care?
Hell, he was black and we was white
We was young and we was right
And somebody got to pay
In this land of plenty
Some ain't got any
But hell, we took our share
back in the day
I was riding shotgun
in the land of the Indian, South Dakota,
playing railroad tires,
and we raped the women
when they were not willing,
and we pissed on their
dreams of paradise.
Hell, they was red, we was white,
we was young, and we was right
And somebody's got to pay
In this land of plenty,
some ain't got any
Hell, we took our share back in the day
There's a world war comin',
and we kept on drummin',
and we dropped that bomb,
and hell, we leveled that place,
and we took no chances
behind the barbed wire fences,
an d we kept prison
we hid their face
hell they was yellin we was white
we was young and we was right
and somebody has got to pay
in this land of plenty
some ain't got any hell we took our share
back in the day
It's a different day, you know.
Now the white man goes
to Indian casinos
eatin' Chinese food.
What the hell is he thinkin'?
Thinkin' without blinkin'.
Get in business with a black man,
get in bed with a Puerto Rican
They was brown, we was white,
we was young and we was right
And somebody's got to pay,
in this land of plenty
Some ain't got any, but hell
we took our share back in the day
What the hell are you looking at?
I'm just USA free and proud to be
and I take care of me and mine.