It's so late
the clocks are sleeping
No lover, can I shower every other day?
Read about another indian that got put away
They called him dirty third world immigrant
of our own united untied states
Another victory, call the press box before too late
reservation land. Sounds so pristine
Held away from the night robbers, day thieves
Ploughshares, Iron miners, deaths no one grieves
what did he do? The newspaper said
He was found by some guy he must have shot
No evidence, no witness, Jury- guilty or not
Keep them in jail until they all go away
Wives will forget and marry outsiders
Tribe will intermix until there's nobody left
No giving up, No giving up
Our tribe, not many would
Stand up for us in the darkness
Nevermind it it's broad daylight
No giving up
