Painted Hearts

Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo I am no one's brother, I am no one's father I am the wind, the sun, the hoofbeats of the buffalo I was born from this dirt, learned to sing from songbirds My spirit one and the same with those of the antelope My spirit one and the same with those of the ants below My people call me their chief, sing with me and look to me I ride a horse of gold the Great Spirit gave to me Our valley so familiar, we've built our tribe upon her She holds our children as they dance on with naked toes She holds our triangle homes made of hide from the buffalo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo The grass is stirring strangely, there is no peace upon me And there are ghosts of white appearing on the hill above With violence on their faces, they're moving from their places They've come to take what can't be owned by anyone They've come to take what can be lost but can't be won We are surrounded quickly, there's screaming all around me As the skins of our babies and mothers are ripped apart The earth is colored red now, I hear her crying outloud For the white skin that's taken the place of painted hearts Their blades pointed at my painted heart I'll lead my people to the land of spirit hearts And I'll sing Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo Ha Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Ho Way Ho Wa Hey Ya Hey Yo