Lyrics

Let’s circle the wagons for on last time
So they can see where we need to draw a line
We’ll all make way for the American dream
Whether we can awake remains to be seen

When the hand that beats you is the one that feeds you what did they win
The right brought about by might is no way to begin
Backed into a corner even the meekest dog will bite
When your looking for excuses its easier to start a fight

Black Elk saw the future look what good that it did
Driven out by dogs every time that they hid
Put away in boxes and stuck upon a shelf
Taught about heaven and sentenced to hell

Lets circle the wagons for the last go round
Then we’ll look for new land where theres none to be found
Fell asleep in a field of green
Woke to find myself in the American dream