Our Old Ways

If we accepted the law of god, the cause was the clothes But later Senior, we tore off the clothes, putting your rites out of our heads We returned to our old ways, finding contentment in what we were born with And we stopped cutting our hair Indian customs, so evil and fierce They are a miserable and sinful people They are a people without justice or truth A people who worship vile demons A people who are all doomed to hell If we accepted the law of god, the cause was the clothes But later Senior, we tore off the clothes, putting your rites out of our heads We returned to our old ways, finding contentment in what we were born with And we stopped cutting our hair Indian customs, so evil and fierce They are a miserable and sinful people A people without justice or truth A people who worship vile demons A people who are all doomed to hell