Suppose the historians got it all wrong
Sticking names where those names didn't belong
And all the dead, buried somewhere
Would be pulling out all of their hair
If they read what was in the history books
And saw how we imagined their looks
Caesar would go, "That battle was won!"
And someone claiming they invented the gun
Or Shakespeare saying, "I didn't write that"
And Taft saying, "I wasn't that fat!"
And what people weren't credited for
Some dude going, "I discovered the pore!"
And "I'm not in the book for inventing the rocket?'
Or, "Does nobody care that I invented the pocket?"
I'll go out on a limb; I'll do that and say
That sometime not far from today
Things of the past will be a thing of the past
History will be that absolute last
Thing on anybody's mind
No one will care of what's left behind
And the dead will shout from under their grave
"You do not know what to you we have gave!"