see the peace pipe burning low You criticize each little thing I do But listen baby, I've got news for you There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians
die again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
tradition Even though they know how much their lives are really missin' WE'RE DISSIN THEM... On reservations A hopeless situation Respect is something that you earn Our Indian
Tradition Even Though They Know How Much Their Lives Are Really Missin' We're Dissin' Them... On Reservation A Hopeless Situation Respect Is Something That You Earn Our Indian
they know how much their lives are really missin' WE'RE DISSIN THEM... [Pre-Chorus:] On reservations A hopeless situation Respect is something that you earn Our indian
Indian brothers' getting burned Original American Turned into second class citizen Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
We're dissin them... On reservations A hopeless situation Chorus Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
want to meet the chiefs. Yea, I want to meet all scouts. I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be, we're all part of the Indian family.
Give it back to the Indians! Two cents more to smoke a Lucky, Dodging busses keep you thin, Now New York is simply ducky, Give it back to the Indians!
la Come un lampo a cielo aperto Da domani mi accendero E la mia donna avro qui vicino Con la pelle uguale a quella mia Andro via come un indiano
little indians! Word up.. One little, two little, three little indians! (uh-huh, uh-huh) One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this
there were four Four little Indians All thinking that they gotta be free One little Indian forgot to say his prayers Then there were three Three little Indians
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
indians cry And the eagles die Cause the winds of change blow again Then I know that you Turn the world into blue And my tears will fall like the rain When the indians
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
