American Ghost Dance

Oh give me a homeWhere the buffalo roamAnd the death of a race is a gameWhere seldom is heardA peacable word>From the white trashWho killed as they cameThough these words dig deepThey offer no reliefGod save the queenI am an indian chiefThere is a secret I keepIt's called the talking leafAnd you better believeThat he speaks his beliefsLike a rock that bleedsA sea of griefMy talking leaf speaks ofA wounded knee creekAmerican ghost dance...A new man who is with old waysHe walks the streets of lifeBut he's in chainsI'm alive he criedI can feel the flameBurning red insideI am an indian braveThere is a memoryThat lives in my bloodOf the brand you laidOn all you touchedBut the burning flameTurns to burning painGenuine genocideAnd that's truly insaneSo like a wild hurricaneI will dance on the graveOf my race that diedWhen it should have been saved...American ghost dance...