Rain, rain look up in the sky
All you see is yourself
Black cloud pointed with trouble
Hanging over our nation, and you
All dry are the crop around
We will be forced to steal
Like grey hawk perched up in tree
Waiting for the right kind of thrill from you
I didn't know this was a game to you
I should have known by the silver look in your eye
Bang, bang your magic is here
White men and God are one
Make us feel like foreigners
Devil's under our own sun
Wait, wait, a few are blind
Let's trade secrets and get along fine
Which part of ours is entitled to us
You can't cross our imaginary lines
Trail of fear and tears to come
Not a dry eye in our tribe
All worn down by the power of new
Let's get together and drink until noon
Let's get together and dream
Let's get together and drink until noon
How could we stop this force that grew on us?
We should have drawn our own lines
