INDIAN MAN

l'm a slave, l'm a slave, l'm a slave

In a concrete land

l'm a wave, l'm a wave, l'm a wave

Crashing on the sand

l'm a thorn in your religion

l'm the nail in your hand

l'm a slave, l'm a slave, l'm a slave

l'm an Indian man

Five hundred years you traded flesh for power

You raped the land and gave birth to the shadow

I see your towers standing vacant

And your road leading nowhere

And I can't wash this blood off my hands

indian man

And when the last red man perishes And the memory of my tribe becomes myth among the white man these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe

And when our children's children think themselves alone

On highway or pathless wood, they will not be alone

At night when the streets of your cities are silent

And you think them deserted They will throng with the returning faith That once fìlled this beautiful land

I live for hours in a ghost dance trance I resurrect the spirits of the past Ten years to turn from the basilisks gaze Ten years for your children to be saved