Gaze upon the heavens
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The sky cracks wide open
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Storm clouds filled with lightning
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As thunder is rolling
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Day of judgement on us
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The white dogs come crawling
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Stricken down by lies
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Their forked tongues are talking
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Fires burn the prairie
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Herds of buffalo thinning down
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Spirits carry my body across the divide
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Armies raiding the village
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Blood of warriors spilling out
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Days of Indian Summer return
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Time to die
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Round us up like cattle
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And lead us to the slaughter
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Spreading your diseases
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With wiskey filled water
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Tribal customs dying
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Remind us of our shame
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Justice will be served
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When our lands are reclaimed
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On and on and on and on
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We go
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To live another day
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To our gods
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We pray
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Indian Summer
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Aztec Jade |