Mourning In America

A white face in a white crowd

The day, it starts and it gets harder just to stand out

Someone, everyone organically can hang with

Or someone cynically manipulating language

Whoever told you that we needed you to be this?

We've all been sold a bill of goods if we believe it

Another warning from the well of true believers

There will be mourning in america and we say

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

You summon ghosts we tried to bury in their white shrouds

With burning cross and bloody crescent in the white house

You come on something like the faces I remember

1980, Mississippi rising from the ash and embers

Never, now, can I imagine me forgiving you

Never, now, can I imagine how to live with you

Another warning from the lake of people bleeding

There will be mourning in america if you keep it up

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Up from the sultry air of the south of a time gone by

To your mercurial mouth

And where the buses in boston that have idled for years

Ride the line to orange county and the fare is the fears

Of the long manipulated and the willfully dumb

You better watch what you ask for

'Cause someday, it might just come