Mourning in America

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...

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

Up from the sultry air of the south
Of a time gone by to your mercurial mouth
And where the buses 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 willfully dumb
You better watch what you ask for
'Cause someday
It might just come