Tekster:
Great White Freedom Song

it from a friend just today But as he spoke my heart was miles away So get that old train rollin' Come on Mista' engineer Need a freedom song to call

mommy taught ya If it was up to me the G, I wanna sought ya, caught ya and then offed ya I hate what you become, hate you have your freedom Hate watchin

This is a song for the Lakota Long time ago the buffalo nation gave themselves So we can survive and have shelter The white man came and wiped them

Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions Of those who fell, that Europe might be great Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us And

know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great

' hail Great spirit told us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance On everyone who came and tried to make the Red Man run Woe betide the flood of whites that

can offer I wonder what mommy taught ya If it was up to me the G I wanna sought ya, caught ya, and then offed ya I hate what you become Hate you have your freedom

simpler democracy where every flaw and failure is called a ?Right? a new form of freedom based on your income your color, creed and your choice of gun but it provides great

know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great