Smallpox champion u s of a Give natives some blankets This is the pattern cut from the cloth This is the pattern designed to take you right out This is the frontier with winter's so cold To take all the cotton that's cut from the stalk Weave the disease that's gonna take you right out What is good for the future what was good for the past - Bury your heart u s of a history rears up to spit in your face Your method equals wipe out The end of the frontier and all that you own Under the blankets of all that you've done Memory serves us to serve you Yet memory serves us to never let you wipe out