Those who dug for American gold dug the graves of its children
Lust for what lies beneath the earths face
Precious metals, not so precious people
The metal horse brought forth fierce and hungry monsters
Hell bent on plunder, firing thunder upon those who live with the land
The Indian man rarely shook a sincere white hand, poison hidden within the palms
Truce flags stitched with treachery
The great western story, greed and technology steam rolled humanity
All in the name of the white mans prosperity
This was supposed to be the land of hope and glory
