Tribal Convictions

Dance for masters, primitive
Full of colors, offensive

I've just arrived like a flash in the dark
My life has been lit up like a spark

They turn around the grand fire
They sing a song to get higher

I've just got here to find underbrains
I'll watch their voodoo that starts the rain

Are there any forces?
Are there two faces?
Are there some chances?

We've never seen that before
It's what we've been waiting for

It just arrived to save our lives
The flying Lord, the God of all time

Have no idea what it thinks
But have no fear, we trust it

It is the leader of our sacred wars
Came from the sky, it rules so far

Are there any forces?
Are there two faces?
Are there some chances?

They're searching for something
Something to believe in

Their convictions, blood infusion
Is it a crime?
Their convictions, self-destruction
At the right time
Their convictions, exploitation
Under the sigh

It's gonna be more
It's gonna be war
It's gonna be who's the God?
Who's the dog?

It's gonna be more
It's gonna be war
It's gonna be who's the God?
Who's the dog?

Who's God, who's dog?
Who's God, who's dog?
Who's God, who's dog?
Who's God, who's dog?



Credits
Writer(s): Michel Langevin, Denis Belanger, Denis D Amour, Jean Yves Theriault
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