Oh give me a home Where the buffalo roam And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard A peacable word From the white trash Who killed as they came Though these words dig deep They offer no relief God save the queen I am an indian chief There is a secret I keep It´s called the talking leaf And you better believe That he speaks his beliefs Like a rock that bleeds A sea of grief My talking leaf speaks of A wounded knee creek
American ghost dance...
A new man who is with old ways He walks the streets of life But he´s in chains I´m alive he cried I can feel the flame Burning red inside I am an indian brave There is a memory That lives in my blood Of the brand you laid On all you touched But the burning flame Turns to burning pain Genuine genocide And that´s truly insane So like a wild hurricane I will dance on the grave
Of my race that died When it should have been saved