You see the ghosts of the buffalo Moving both fierce and slow Like glittering prophesies On the edge of the horizon
As you drive glittering highways And beaten-up by-ways That straddle and girdle A great and many-faced nation
There are lambs in the ghettos Who worship their Gapettos Believing in, though never seeing The strings they think bind them
So you write to our congressmen With bleeding pens Of the sorrow within And in return they just send Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show
Welcome to the new wild west Each man for himself A nation of civilized steeples And lonely people Welcome to the new wild west
There are so many fractions And cue-card reactions It's hard to keep clear The possibilities here 'Cause there's no force to unite them
Privilege has ruled for thousands of years Wars have been fought with bibles and tears Yet liberation can't deny the temptation And soon becomes the oppressor
Show me a leader who's fit to lead Who don't sew his seed in anything Wounded enough to breed Because after all what fun is power If you can't act like a rock star?
See me, I've been cruel I've been petty and unkind But I know my own mind And since it seems clear There's no one leading us here The only thing left it appears Is to task ourselves to be better each time Then those before us
We'll be an army of theives Of self-freed slaves Of mild-mannered maids We'll fight with whispers and blades So get ready, a new day is dawning
