History Remade

Here's where the rioters raged over baseball and race
 And here's where the factories were razed and no memory remains
 But things are working out well
 Don't believe what you see on the streets
 The threadbare armies of men broken and dead on their feet
 Here's where the wrecking crew tore out the heart of the ward
 No street signs remind you that a neighborhood died here before
 But things are working out well
 Don't believe what you see on the streets
 No threadbare armies of men broken and dead on their feet
 No more bending your back to the weight of the world
 No more sorrows, no setbacks, and no more diving for pearls in the ditches and drains
 All our history's remade and no memory remains of us now