Steel horse over NavajosnYour gun against our tomahawknWe're the sons of the sacrificenKinda savage in the madman's eyesnAin't no blue sky over red indiansnAnd I know some day I will change it allnI'll build a heaven for my squawnnThat's all right we've scalped granpanMade hairdoes from the old timesnKetchup versus genocidenKinda savage is the madman's eyesnAin't no blue sky over dead indiansnAnd I know some day I will change it allnI'll build a heaven for my squawnnYou walked on us like on rugsnDragged our spirit through the dirtnKetchup versus genocidenKinda savage in the madman's eyesnnMy squawnIndiannGranpanIndiannHeavennToo high