(We, the People Of) Jamestown [Have Decided That You Are Too Mean to Us and Not Mean Enough to Them]

I don't know where the money's going I don't know if you're taking it to build the roads I'm better off on my own I don't know what you wanna call 'em All I know is I don't wanna call 'em friend He's got the gun in his hand We're here And I know we'll hang But history will prove itself to me I don't know what you're trading for I bore my breast You took the beavers and you took their fur What's the word? Daddy Willy set him up as mayor Where was I? And where was I the payer in this town? I guess we gotta burn it down We're here And I know we'll hang But history will prove itself to me Do what you want if you want to fight them '67's looking great for our rights, man! Do what you want if you want to indict them 1730s looking great for the white man