Tatanka and the Million Dollar Corporation

In his face, the tears of his race In his face, the hatred of Mankind A fury that has risen within the Buffalo Contempt has engulfed his soul He has never danced with this spirit Embrace the sacrifice Yearning for power Tatanka fondles vice Flowing from his mind Visions of dead time Burning detestation in these million dollar dreams Tatanka turned his back on Luger and the fans Chopping away skulls with the edge of his hands Never say never All men have a price Tatanka's famished soul turned toward vice Embrace the sacrifice Yearning for power Tatanka fondles vice Flowing from his mind Visions of dead time Burning detestation in these million dollar dreams