| Into the badlands, the whiteman came.
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| Killing from fear, what he couldn’t explain.
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| Disease unknown to this virgin land.
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| Laid to waste, with the gun in command.
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| From the steel rails, the bullets did fly shooting
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| buffalo, with a gleam in their eyes.
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| The sheer sport and the blood of the kill burning carcass’s
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| til they had their fill.
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| But the warrior lives again and the nightmare’s got to end.
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| The whiteman came and let his pain but the warrior lives again.
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| The pain and the sorrow, rose with the sun.
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| Ending their dreams with a whip and a gun.
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| Stripped of their rights and their dignity too bound
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| to be slaves, ready for abuse.
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| To the reservations, the government sent fill up the
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| prisons, until they repent.
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| Now the land, that’s all left will be taken back with another theft.
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| (Chorus)
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| They rise, they rise, they rise again.
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| It’s their time, their time, to live, live, live again. |