Native American - David Brent

Whoah — ho, your red heart rages.

Cut down, burned out and put in cages.

You came in peace, held up your hand.

(How!)

We cut it off and we stole your land.

Whoah — ho, Native American.

Soar like an Eagle, sit like a Pelican.

Whoah — ho, don’t call us Indians.

We’re more like Western-Asians crossed with Siberians.

White mans eyes to blind to see.

A gentle race so wild and free.

They called you savages, called you bad.

But the scalping thing was only when you got real mad.

Whoah — ho, Native American.

Soar like an Eagle, sit like a Pelican.

Whoah — ho, don’t call us Indians.

We’re more like Western-Asians crossed with Siberians.

Whoah — ho, Native American.

Soar like an Eagle, sit like a Pelican.

Whoah — ho, don’t call us Indians.

We’re more like Western-Asians crossed with Siberians.

Whoah — ho, Native American.

Soar like an Eagle, sit like a Pelican.

Whoah — ho, don’t call us Indians.

We’re more like Western-Asians crossed with Siberians.