Shhhh--A white face in a white crowd The day, it starts, and it gets harder just to stand out Someone everyone organically can hang with Or someone cynically manipulating language Whoever told you that we needed you to be this? We've all been sold a bill of goods if we believe it Another warning from the well of true believers-- There will be mourning in America, and we say... Hey! Hey! Hey! You summon ghosts we tried to bury in their white shrouds With burning cross and bloody crescent in the White House You come on something like the faces I remember-- 1980, Mississippi rising from the ash and embers Never, now, can I imagine me forgiving you Never, now, can I imagine how to live with you Another warning from the lake of people bleeding-- There will be mourning in America if you keep it up... Hey! Hey! Hey! Up from the sultry air of the South of a time gone by To your mercurial mouth And where the busses in Boston that have idled for years Ride the line to Orange County and the fare is the fears Of the long manipulated and the wilfully dumb You better watch what you ask for 'Cause someday, it might just come