Versuri 03. American Ghost Dance

Give me a home 
Where the buffalo roam 
And the death 
Of a race is a game 
 
Where seldom is heard 
A peaceable 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 
In a sea of grief 
My talking leaf speaks 
Of a wounded knee creek 
 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
 
Today 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 
It turns to burning pain 
A 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 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
 
Give me a home 
Where the buffalo roam 
And the death 
Of a race is a game 
 
Where seldom is heard 
A peaceable 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 
In a sea of grief 
My talking leaf speaks 
Of a wounded knee creek 
 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance 
American ghost dance