Wrong Side of History

well, i believe i've seen your face before

from Selma straight back to the Civil War

a frozen face in hateful black and white

another nameless lost soul lookin' for a fight

see, your life didn't work out like you'd planned

and now you're scared of things that you don't understand

so you hide behind your fences and your locks

and hate's the only tool left in your box

now your thumbs are on your cellphone

you're taking to the street

but every time you try to rise up

lord, you fall back in defeat

you never seem to get your fill

from Gettysburg to Charlottesville

you'll end up right back where you've always been

on the wrong side of history again

you used to hide your face beneath a sheet of white

but now you march right down the street in broad daylight

with your torches and your slogans on parade

someday your kids will judge you for the mess you've made

now your thumbs are on your cellphone

you're taking to the street

but every time you try to rise up

lord, you fall back in defeat

you never seem to get your fill

from Gettysburg to Charlottesville

you'll end up right back where you've always been

on the wrong side of history again

'cuz while you're hiding from the world outside your door

the times will pass you by just like they have before

you'll never let the real world in - just the one you wanna see

stuck on the wrong side of history

stuck on the wrong side of history

go on and wave that rebel flag real high and proud

'cuz anyone can be a bully in a crowd

spewing hate at work - at church - and at the bar

too dumb to see how dumb you really are

with your thumbs there on your cellphone

you're taking to the street

but every time you try to rise up

lord, you fall back in defeat

you never seem to get your fill

from Gettysburg to Charlottesville

you'll end up right back where you've always been

on the wrong side of history again

on the wrong side of history again

on the wrong side of history again and again

you're on the wrong side of history again