Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that you're wondering how must they feel Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens Now that you're wondering how can it be real That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud In your school propaganda They starve in their splendor You've asked for my comment I simply will render
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Now that the longhouses breed superstition You force us to send our toddlers away To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions You forbid them their languages, then further say That American history really began When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress That the nation of leeches that conquered this land Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best And yet where in your history books is the tale Of the genocide basic to this country's birth Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed How a nation of patriots returned to their earth And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell As it rang with a thud Over Kinzua mud And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Hear how the bargain was made for the West With her shivering children in zero degrees Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
