little indians! Word up.. One little, two little, three little indians! (uh-huh, uh-huh) One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this
there were four Four little Indians All thinking that they gotta be free One little Indian forgot to say his prayers Then there were three Three little Indians
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
indians cry And the eagles die Cause the winds of change blow again Then I know that you Turn the world into blue And my tears will fall like the rain When the indians
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
rather be an Indian Me and my friend Super me, winning battles Then I got a sense of history Looking back, it's no surprise to find Lots of people kept on playing cowboys Killing Indians
This is it, this is I'm pushed against the wall With my eyes closed And a weight under my feet I'll find my way back, with or without you It's all in
' We're dissin' them On reservations and yeah A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians
little Indian boys The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar Well, the third little Indian
way, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
the peace pipe burnin' low You criticize each little thing I do But listen, baby, I've got news for you There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians
I wanna meet the cheats, yea, I want to meet all scum I won't miss my friends 'cause I know where they'll be We're all part of the Indian family Flyin
Give it back to the Indians Two cents more to smoke a Lucky Dodging busses keep you thin Now New York is simply ducky Give it back to the Indians Take
Let's go - When two tribes go to war a point is all that you can score Score no more score no more. When two tribes go to war a point is all that you
of wrath I could make him a political savior And I minor mutant of the cosmos This waffle of religion And Catholic infiltration Smoke with Indians Electric Indians True blue Indians Guru Indians
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
