| Lyrics: | INTRO:
Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much
about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in
Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what’s left of the
reservations. Huh.
1.
I learned a safety rule
I don’t know who to
thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
corporate bank
They send in federal
tanks
It isn’t nice but it’s reality
chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded
Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Huh.
2.
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they’ve got
churches by the dozen who want to
guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to
pollution, war and
greed
Get rich... get rich quick.
chorus...
3. We
got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got
the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to
jail
chorus...
4.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her
head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she’d
died of
exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo
chorus...
We had the Goldrush
Wars
Aw, didn’t we learn to crawl and still our history gets
written in a liar’s
scrawl
They tell ‘ya “Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the
‘Y’
on Saturday nights”
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the
Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh |
