Lyrics:
These are the people of the longhouse
These are the people that you tried to break
These are the people of the pines
Who follow the code
The only thing they feel at all is greed
[Kekata]
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
[Native American]
I wonder if they even bleed
[Native
If you doubt my force, you'll live no more!
BARBARIAN: You will end your war upon my sword!
NATIVE AMERICAN GIRL:
And voices in the sky
Shall cause
Who? Native North American child
Who's got the rhythm of the universe inside her?
Who taught the pilgrims how to make it in the wild?
Who sing
Dwellers in the pueblos, and in tee-pees on the plains.
I wanna fly where the Eagle has been
Like a native American, native American.
Now the Medicine man
their splendor
You've asked for our comment, I simply will render
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Now that the longhouses breed
their splendor
You've asked for our comment, I simply will render
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Now that the longhouses breed
I am European
I am Latin American
I am Asian and African
I am Native American
I'm a walking contradiction
I am neither black nor white
I will stand
Yo yo oh
Red skins Indians
Indians red skins native Americans
Indians red skins native Americans
Red skins Indians
Red skins in the house man
Red
for hate and love to be American
Fought for their native lands, we stole it from their hands
How about those stars and stripes and in God We Trust
Be
a creative vein
Originating a native strain
With folk songs plaintive and others gay
In their own peculiar way
American folk songs, I feel
Have a much stronger
Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom
No matter what your living in
No more giving in
Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom
No
has a creative vein
Originating a native strain
With folk songs plaintive and others gay
In their own peculiar way
American folk songs, I feel
I would not change a thing!
I'll choose to stay with you
The Native American Girl
She's teaching me the blackfoot way
It was no reason to miss
republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams
Late at night, you will find them in the cheap
republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams
Late at night, you will find them in the cheap
their lord, for there is no hell"
It's what he said
It ain't the end of the world it's the end of an era
Maybe it's the end of American terror
Natives
an
Atomic bomb and killed people in
Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Have
They killed off millions of
Native Americans? How
Dare you put yourself in that position
has a creative vein
Originating a native strain
With folk songs plaintive and others gay
In their own peculiar way
American folk songs, i feel
reason
For American hate
If you're city or country
If you're black or white
If you're native born or foreign
It's all alright
I love my country
I love my
to the banana republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand american dreams
Chorus:
Late at night you will
the 18 nations
You only jas GOD known of all the families of the earth
Black Americans
The Carribbeans
All the Haitians
Hispanics
And Native Americans
Mommy fiero
Just Like a Pontiac
Native American
Call her Pontiac
I hit it from the back
She never called me back
She got a G sick
Like a pontiac
Got
cutting out
Blocks of frozen snow
I saw a form
Approaching my snow house
It was not a spirit
But a Native American girl
There was a calm
Then I heard
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