Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig

Too Much Information About Nothing.

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.