Catch me this morning My head is undone Curse my eyes And cut out my tongue The hunger of man For blood and the gun A pox on you And a pox on your sons Is this how the west was won? Sons and daughters With no light to follow Where rivers ran deep All now is shallow From the valley of tears To the mountain of sorrow No turning the tide No past in tomorrow Is this how the west was won? You piss down their backs And tell them it's rain But they've seen your faces They know who to blame You burn all the books And change all the names But the spirit lives on It won't go away Is this how the west was won? Do I have enough years To understand if I can Why another should bury Your language and land? Cold the heart And savage the hand That takes from another What he can't understand Is this how the west was won?