Hand Upon a Drum

You're a neutral guy
You can let things slide
Just as long as they don't threaten
The privileged life
That you call your right
This land is yours for settlin'

You say
Don't go making all this trouble
They lost that battle long ago
Why can't you just let it go

It just might tear you apart to hear their story
If you look back from the start, you'll find there is no glory
So you were never taught this truth, but can you listen now
'Cause there's been all kinds of trouble

So we said just sign
On the dotted line
And we'll define a reservation
But now the elders stand
On their native land
Only finding devastation

So we'll keep making all this trouble
Won't settle for the status quo
Never let it go

It just might tear you apart to hear my story
When I look back from the start I see no glory
I have always lived this truth, can you hear me now?
I'm not making all this trouble

To keep this land and the water safe
We must rely on your native ways
To keep this land and the water safe
We must rely on your native way
'Cause we're in a shitload of trouble

You can patronize
Even proselytize
But the earth don't care where you come from
'Cause the truth and lies
Eventually collide
Just like my hand upon this drum

It just might tear us apart to share this story
When we look back from the start, we find very little glory
'Cause we were never taught truth, but we can hear it now

So let's see some truth and reconciliation