Our People (before Carlisle)
Your people wore those feathers
We gave them uniforms
And you followed the old ways
We reinforced laws
Your people lived with the buffalo
We turned them into cows
And you look up at the moon
We consult our bank-accounts
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
Your people listen to the heart
We blabber from the brain
And you planted the corn
We modified the grain
Your people chew the leaf
We snort the powder
And you seek for inner silence
While we just get louder
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
Your people pray to the water
We privatize the well
And you give your offerings
We'll see if it sells
Your people pray to the mother
We pay for a shrink
And you nurture the wound
While we buy another drink
Your people drink for a vision
We drink until we're blind
And you work the ground
We act from the mind
Your people smoke a peace pipe
We empty our ashtrays
And you count your blessings
While we plan our days
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
We gave them uniforms
And you followed the old ways
We reinforced laws
Your people lived with the buffalo
We turned them into cows
And you look up at the moon
We consult our bank-accounts
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
Your people listen to the heart
We blabber from the brain
And you planted the corn
We modified the grain
Your people chew the leaf
We snort the powder
And you seek for inner silence
While we just get louder
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
Your people pray to the water
We privatize the well
And you give your offerings
We'll see if it sells
Your people pray to the mother
We pay for a shrink
And you nurture the wound
While we buy another drink
Your people drink for a vision
We drink until we're blind
And you work the ground
We act from the mind
Your people smoke a peace pipe
We empty our ashtrays
And you count your blessings
While we plan our days
Oh my, oh my, where did all the magic go?
My druids dead, my witch burned at the stake
And all the wolves they stopped howling a long long time ago
But I swear their call is still keeping me awake
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