My name is Flying Arrow And I live in Arizona Part of what was once a mighty nation My tribe is called the Cucupa And we build our homes of cardboard A desert floor Nine by Twelve of sorrow I'm eighteen years old now And my wife, three years younger Took her life as do so many others. And sometimes it feels like we're already dead. You say you want to help us And that you just found us But for many years we've served your fighting armies. So you send us bits of clothing And you send us tons of starches But when we ask for work you can not hire us So thank you for the welfare And thank you for the desert And thank you for the common cold we can not cure And sometimes it feels like we're already dead. My name is Flying Arrow And I live in Arizona Part of what is now a dying nation And sometimes we feel like you're already dead.