And when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then
Here where you are standing Dinosaurs did a dance The Indians told a story Now it has come to pass The Indians had a legend The Spaniards lived for gold
fight for pride It's our last chance to defend Our war cries to the bitter end Pray up to the Heavens Our Creator justifies A war dance of Indians
that it's a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses .. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn .. go find you one Go get your dance
the wind did the Indian's dance Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Call
music, mek di kette drum talk Indian a beat di kette drum when a war Ethiopian a answer back from far Now Jamaicans a beat di kette an a dance People
war rages in every heart and the very ground's in flame. You sail your dirty river and you sing your little songs You dance your pretty dances and recite
crime Who's skin blacker than mine? Black spades, givin' lames black eyes Black foot indian drive, black berries Black Pelle Pelle's, black Israeli go to war
generation, throwin' carnations at my tombstone, in my new home, meet mom's in my east saint laron suit on, then we do a dance like my man luther dan,
When Shenandoah dies Tears of light fall down to us Indian Songs will break the curse 'Cos Shenandoah dies for you 'Cos Shenandoah dies... Dance
there putting in telephone lines For the army during World War II Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon For the little Indians to see
Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Returned to their hotel suite And they unlocked the door Easily losing their evening clothes They danced