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
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
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