Lakota
I am Lakota

Looking at money man

Diggin' the deadly quotas

Out of balance

Out of hand

We want the land
Lay down the reeking or

Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees

Everywhere you touch the earth she's sore
Every time you skin her all things weep
Your money mocks us

Restitution what good can it do

Kennelled in metered boxes

Red dogs in debt to you

I am Lakota

Fighting among ourselves

All we can say with one whole heart

Is we won't sell

No we'll never sell

We want the land
The lonely coyote calls

In the woodlands footprints of the deer
In the barrooms poor drunk bastard falls
In the courtrooms deaf ears sixty years

You think we're sleeping but

Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars

We have seen the trampled rainbows

In the smoke of cars

Brave

Broken

Grave

Oh pity me

Weak

Faithful

Meek

Oh pity me

I am Lakota

Standing on sacred land

We never sold these Black Hills

To the missile heads

To the power plants

We want the land
The bullet and the fence

The black coats and the booze

Courts that circumvent

Nothing left to lose
Tell me grandfather

You spoke the fur and feather tongues

Do you hear the whimpering waters

When the tractors come

Brave

Broken

Slave

Oh pity me

Weak

Faithful

Meek

Oh pity me

Sun pity me

Mother earth

Moon pity me

Shadows

Stretching on the forest floor

Oh pity me

Grass pity me

Rocks pity me

Water

Standing in a wakan manner

Oh pity me