It's a 500-year experiment
But I can't tell you what’s become of it
Cause I've been blinded by the light
Of the cameras and TV screens—
A technicolor syndicated morphine
We laugh at the president
As our elected government sends
Missiles across the sea
To the comfort of my living room
Come images of another's doom
But what has that got to do with me?
Oh my land
Oh my land
There’s something staining everybody's hands
Oh my land
Down on Capitol Hill
There's a white sale going on still
Two politicians for half the price
The workings of democracy made concise
And We the People in ignorance
But we can read about the latest incidents
When it’s too late to do a thing
So we start to believe that there's no hope
And we laugh it off and drink a Coke and say,
Hell, that has nothing to do with me
Oh no my land
Oh no my land
There’s something staining everybody's hands
Oh no my land
Darling, I can’t find peace tonight
Cause I have turned away from the blinding light
Now I see the pillow that I rest my head upon
Was made possible in part by the oppression of
One across the sea
And I can see what that has got to do with me
Yes I can see what that has got to do with me
Oh my land
There’s something staining everybody's hands
Oh my land
