Into mass graves we've shoveled lives
a massive pipeline for the lies
a past so vast with genocide
and ignorance we hide behind
You say that we are done with this
turn blind eyes and still dismiss
chalk this up as something passed
and still create a lower caste
The way you live shows no remorse
for the day/ the day we killed Crazy Horse
Innocence with glassy eyes
kill the nation, steal their pride
On broken backs we build empires
twisting spines for the steeple spires
How many people can you kill?
look at your twenty dollar bill
Do you see third world poverty
inside the lines of your country?
And now to treaties we are loyal
but tear them up when we smell oil.