Last month I got a letter from a Japanese exchange student. He said "I like you label and your music, but you really should stop talking about the problems of a racist country called the UNITED STATES of AMERICA. I've been in school in Minnesota for the last few years and I've felt no hate, no hate for my differences. How about it? So angry, angry I sat down and wrote this song to tell you how I feel. My brothers shot for all of us. More grave than butchered cattle lining up. How brave to live with blinders on. You're living in a drunken college fairyland.