Does everybody in the bar feel pain? Yeah, sure they do Does everybody in the bar a little maimed? Yeah, both me and you We traded in the family farm for snake-oil Bought into the carpetbagger's lies Now we're hanging on this cross With these feelings of loss Just watching the liberty boat sail on by Does everybody in the bar feel shame? Lord knows, I do I guess we all feel pretty much the same Kind of wore out by this crazy fucking zoo The smell of napalm, with cornflakes The chafe of killing everything that breathes Imposing sanctions on the lady down the street 'Til she takes the hint, and packs her bags, and leaves Come on in here, sister, and sit a spell You are most welcome in the bar We may seem few, but we are many Have you been traveling far? The girl who brought you in here is Lakota From Standing Rock, where they made their stand So from Fort Yates, North Dakota Here's a message for the man Would you kindly get the fuck off our land? You are my sad eyed lady Come lay across my big brass bed Maybe it is we who have been chosen, you and me To point out - This don't make no fuckin' sense How many cannonballs must fly, Bob? How long and winding is the road? How many children pulling on how many mother's sleeves? Saying, look ma, the man ain't got no fucking clothes When I was born my brother used to sit On my daddy's lap when he was home on leave Daddy'd smoke a cigarette And sometimes as a jest He'd blow smoke-rings up my big brother's sleeve More fire daddy, my big brother would shout At least that's how the story has survived I was mercifully spared The memories that they shared Cause I was only five months old when daddy died Gonna call up a friend in Australia And order in some bush tucker snacks And dance here with you to the didgeridoo And listen while you sing me all the maps Is that a foghorn in the distance Are we heading for the rocks Come sit here by the fireside and hold me in your arms And tell me, how was life before the cops