LONE WOLF / NATIVE SON
The fire has all but gone out of your golden eyesAs your hollow howls reach up to the blackened skies
They have taken this great land from the Indian too
Who holds the deep respect and honor for you.
They rape and they tear and they build and they say
This will all be better for us all one fine day
As they construct and destroy, so far North will you go
Until the cease of land and food and you die in the snow.
Native Son, they have taken all that you have
Put on reservations and told that's too bad
Lone wolf, you will be on a reservation too
A reservation the educated man calls a Zoo.
Lone wolf sing your lonesome mournful song
Soon on this Earth you will no longer belong
Native Son say goodbye to lone wolf your friend
As your freedom did, his too shall come to an end.
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