Filling the skies with lonely warriors cries
Country of sh**, 500 nations once lived
Great chiefs were forced to give up their worth for a cot and sick bones
Long knifes moved west with no regrets for the land that we stole
Burn to the ground / Homes / Burned to the ground
Cities are built on piles and ma** graves of indian bones
Roads are littered with scripture telling us they were wrong
Light up the torches
No one sleeps tonight
Burn to the ground / Homes / Burned to the ground
Filling the skies with lonely warriors cries
Country of sh**, 500 nations once lived
A blood filled past, the tyranny lasts
In haunted beds we all sleep
Their spirits are gone but they live on by american greed
Beat to the ground / Pride / Beat to the ground
We all honor native sons with cars and sports teams
Bombs and cities all named after them
But not their home and never for them
People sent the way of the buffalo
Scatter tears to some day find a way back home