Fancy War Dance - Fire Tiger

Arrows against the fire of a gun, and the West was won

Arrows against the fire of a gun, and the West was STRIPPED,

the West was taken

The white man come to take away the sun,

and the savages hostage white man son

The white man son and Ponca dance as one

They dance before they fight to save their Nation…

I hear the ancient war cry in my mind so familiar

With fire from the sky, why must we repeat our behavior?

(Hey-ya)

You are the weapon

It’s your own construction

You are the weapon

Of your own destruction

Ready for War, where we don’t stand a chance

It’s the Fancy Dance, the Fancy War Dance

I hear the ancient war cry in my mind so familiar

With fire from the sky, why must we repeat our behavior?

(Hey-ya)

You are the weapon

It’s your own construction

You are the weapon

Of your own destruction