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