The prairie yankee does the dance of the redskin to the songs of the Yangtze and he doesn't even know it
My bluegrass fathers sing and dance like the Gaelics with the tools of the Senegalese and they never said thank you
It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't change hands with a gun
It wouldn't be so sad if the Old West was never won
And when we learn about trade we really learn about swine
I could pick up that banjo and everything would be just...

C'mon! Cringe! Your skin is soiled 'cause your cousins have sinned
Fire! Retire! And wipe your hands on your company's seams
Cold! Gold! They built their fortress on the weakest of stones
And no I don't feel, and no I don't feel guilt but maybe that just motivates me to...

When Khublai Khan rode the railroad he got off at every stop
When Jesus Joe lynched his neighbor that borrowed music never quit
So I'm gonna kick it once again so you boys can get it through your heads
My guitar's stained with blood from the head on up the neck
Because some things were never said
Some things were never said
Some things were never said