I don’t care, I don’t care how things were, I won't apologize, fuck you
Or to try and maintain
(My fingers are blistered and bleeding)
Some scrap of integrity and certainty, I guess
(My fingers are blistered and bleeding)
The Alamo has been penetrated and there is little hope
(There’s no longer discomfort you brought me)
But I won't apologize and 1977 was a long time ago
For the white man so hop on your rainbow and ride it into oblivion
(There’s no longer discomfort you brought me)