Well, the boys came lookin' for their soul 

They wanted all the world to see 

So they took Alcatraz and did a graveyard dance 

All they wanted was some dignity 

But from a rerun story from a late, late show 

Where the Indian gets no amnesty 

And spends the rest of his life in a Kansas cell 

At the bottom of priority 



High and dry, left to take another's blame 

High and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man 

You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City 

Hear him up at Wounded Knee 

For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell 

At the bottom of priority 



Well, locked up, forgotten, tucked outta the way 

And treated like he wasn't a man 

They took their aim and wasn't it a shame 

How we stuck our head into the sand 

Well, it was way too late for the government 

They had to make somebody plea 

And spend the rest of his life in Kansas cell 

At the bottom of priority 



High and dry, left to take another's blame 

High and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man 

You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City 

Hear him up at Wounded Knee 

For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell 

At the bottom of priority 

For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell 

At the bottom of priority