“Among The Americans” by 10,000 Maniacs

“So the western star Manifest its will, drove them clear into the Pacific O.”

Dance to the sun. 
A kiss to the earth. 
Embrace a stone.

Come the small black book 
Come the brandy cask 
One strange disease 
The well-worded paper 
Signed by the drunken 
Hands of

And suddenly, they were told to leave.

As the snake uncoiled on a road 
The length was eighty miles

Wagons’ weary horses 
Lead the feverish exiles 
Barefoot in the early snow on a ridge 

Where they beheld their home, coarse and barren 
Not the haven 
Promised by the father

Jaksa chula harjo  Jaksa chula harjo  Jaksa chula harjo 

The red sticks first and 
The dancing ghosts were 
Pierced with arms of fire 
And the weeping widows 
left could not avenge

So the western star Manifest its will 
Drove them clear into the Pacific O

Gone of flesh 
Turned pale and died 
By your God’s decree

For He hated me


I'm routinely overestimated.

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