Guns and Bibles

The Indian blood is already spilled Stop crying over the milk We are in the land of honey that black backs built This lands for me and my brothers Put up that wall to keep out the others We pushed west with a fiery flame that's still burning in our veins Slaughtering everything was our toil What right have they to the spoils? As long as our flag is waiving in the wind there's no need to ponder our father's sins We have more right than them to survival It says that right here in my Bible It says that Indian blood is already spilled Stop crying over the milk We are in the land of honey that black back's built This land is for me and my brothers Put up a wall and keep out the others We used guns and Bibles to insure our survival Rapist and murderer's come from over land and sea without the authority of manifest destiny We will lock them up in cages or shoot them dead We remember well what our good book says It says Indian blood is already spilled Please stop crying over the milk We are in the land of honey that black back's built This lands for me and my brothers Put up a wall and keep out the others We used guns and Bibles We used guns and Bibles We used guns and Bibles to insure our survival