What can you expect from filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red, they're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said, and worse
They're savages, savages, barely even human
Savages, savages, drive them from our shore
They're not like you and me, which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages, savages, dirty redskin devils
Now we sound the drums of war
This is what we feared, the paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Beneath that milky hide, there's emptiness inside
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages, savages, barely even human
Savages, savages, killers at the core
They're different from us, which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages, savages, first we deal with this one
Then we sound the drums of war, savages, savages
Let's go kill a few men
Savages, savages
Now it's up to you, men
Savages, savages, barely even human
Now we sound the drums of war
