From the recording Rise
Lyrics
My friend, you know I’m done
Oh you imperially eat things ‘till they’re gone
Like five hundred years of moon and sun
And a systematic burn demanding gun
A doctrine of intention good
Just greedy lies in fancy words
Imprisoned in the land of the free
Every promise broken, Wounded Knee
We’re coming back, a whole new day
We’re bringing back a good old way
Where everyone looks out for everyone
If someone has we all have some
Dead eye dog, it’s a cruel time
By force the land is taken, by TV they take your mind
Make you loathe you with the church and alcohol
Numb you with the need to buy it all
Control almighty told you it’s the end
But the era that’s beginning is a friend
Down to Chile, up to the Yukon
Mother of us all the memory’s long
We’re coming back, a whole new day
We’re bringing back a good old way
Where everyone looks out for everyone
If someone has we all have some