Lyrics:
and forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
Or the Marine who went to war
Yes,
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
Palenqueros, Slave Owners, Repaid
Newly Freed contained, Like criminals
Lied to, By habituals
White washing, Historical
So Negro, Ladinos, Palenquino
Moros,
We all see in black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
Forced out, brave and mighty
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunkin' Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that
volunteered,
And forgot the white man's greed.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes,
He won't answer anymore,
Not the whiskey drinking Indian,
Or the marine that went
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
volunteered,
And forgot the white man's greed.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes,
He won't answer anymore,
Not the whiskey drinking Indian,
Or the marine that went
white building in a far away place holds promise and a yet unknown fear
The footsteps this young boy will take on his own, should have been taken with
{Son, don't go near the Indians
Please stay away
Son, don't go near the Indians
Please do what I say}
Since I was just a little boy
I liked
{Son, don't go near the Indians
Please stay away
Son, don't go near the Indians
Please do what I say}
Since I was just a little boy
I liked
{Son, don't go near the Indians
Please stay away
Son, don't go near the Indians
Please do what I say}
Since I was just a little boy
I liked
Black Black Black
Black, White, Asian, Indian, or Puerto Rican
She can get it every weekend
She can get it every weekend yeah
Black, White, Asian,
Brother
Brother
Brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South
of Indians barefoot and leaning forward in a line without end
Trudging through snow with only white-scabs-disease-filled blankets to shield them from the white
Colonel Buff'lo Bill
Who's got the show that
Gets the most applause?
Five hundred Indians and fifty squaws
Ten feature acts and there's
The special feature
out of my feelings
And into my bag
That’s facts
Laced up my Diors and ran up that sack
Gave you my heart
But now I want it back
I’m a Indian giver
I’m
volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine
What's the white man's greatest fear?
That the negro is gonna turn the table
And do to them what they did to us
But we got love in us
We don't got
From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning very quickly
fighting man
Who is free and white and bigot
Gets his courage from a spigot
And protects his racial purity the
Very best he can the Indians, the Indians
They
White man did come across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Will we find the strength to break free?
Only good indians are dead they say
We said
volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunkin' Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that
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