Lyrics:
my fault I live in a vault
I lost my glasses and it's time to run
Into summer setting sun
The native land is revolution
It's got my Mississippi
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
let go - ever
Every inch of their country we're proclaiming as free
'til the last of the natives have no places to be
Educating with fire,
As the darkside awaits the capture and feast
With dark surrounding illusions
possession in passion, simplicity is intuitive
Native forces of violent misery
spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
[Chorus:
given
like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+
I used to be a christian and a political porn
the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong
here
If you want to enter this
Then I know you interested
Sooner later, Fly gone pick on tricks, you should have never tested
Native of the S-P-V
Buck
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
is fine"
A brand new world for us-it's now or never
We'll change the rules for those native fools
Hail intervention-we're under one flag
'coz we
that's when.
But we will never see our native country again.
At first we traveled through the English countryside
On tracks and on wagons as quickly
the sound of Chica Chica Boom Chic
It came down the Amazon from the jungles
Where the natives greet ev'ry one they meet beatin' on a tom tom
Boom chi-boom
the sound of Chica Chica Boom Chic
It came down the Amazon from the jungles
Where the natives greet ev'ry one they meet beatin' on a tom tom
Boom chi-boom
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
the sound of Chica Chica Boom Chic
It came down the Amazon from the jungles
Where the natives greet ev'ry one they meet beatin' on a tom tom
Boom chi-boom
Johnnie Walker
To those who dare, I most whip the native New Yorker
The mo' Timb King wit the swing
Ding-a-ling-a-ling, we the men, we the bring
scheme
Thought they'd take a dreamboat journey
to Malasia or Easter Island
teach those natives something useful
diggin' holes with style
then again
We never seemed too fond of our own Native Americans
Ethnic cleansing we say is something we're against
But it's called domestic
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
Back when our hearts were young
We danced to a native drum
We'd wait and wait til the midnight coming
I'd hear the window rattle,
and I knew it
Brought you the message
Of a higher destination
That to fulfill you were assigned
A native maid of tender
Age and dedication
Born in a dark
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
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