"The Indians" lyrics
"The Indians"
The Indians lived all over this land before we came and killed them
That was very bad of us
We thought we needed the land
But for the most part
We just ruined it anyway
And now, nobody can use it
That's the way we are
We're pigs
One of my favorite foods to eat is called corn
The Indians call it "maize"
We call the Indians "Indians"
This is because Columbus thought he was in India
When he first came to this land
Some people say we should call the Indians "Native Americans"
'Cause they were here in America before us
But before us, this land wasn't called "America"
It was named "America" by a mapmaker who never even came here
He just lived in Europe
And made maps and when he found out about this land
He just made a map of it
And just put his name on it
'Cause he could
That's the way we are
We're pigs
As I was writing this
A cockroach fell from the sky and onto the table
I killed it
'Cause I did
That's the way I am
This doesn't really have very much to do with the Indians, though
I guess I got kind of sidetracked
Anyway, I hope you see my point
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- King Missile Lyrics
album:
"The Way To Salvation" (1991)
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