AMERICAN GHOST DANCE







Oh give me a home

Where the buffalo roam

And the death of a race is a game

Where seldom is heard

A peacable word

>From the white trash

Who killed as they came

Though these words dig deep

They offer no relief

God save the queen

I am an indian chief

There is a secret I keep

It's called the talking leaf

And you better believe

That he speaks his beliefs

Like a rock that bleeds

A sea of grief

My talking leaf speaks of

A wounded knee creek



American ghost dance...



A new man who is with old ways

He walks the streets of life

But he's in chains

I'm alive he cried

I can feel the flame

Burning red inside

I am an indian brave

There is a memory

That lives in my blood

Of the brand you laid

On all you touched

But the burning flame

Turns to burning pain

Genuine genocide

And that's truly insane

So like a wild hurricane

I will dance on the grave

Of my race that died

When it should have been saved



American ghost dance...