Indian legislations on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
So he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the 
Senator out in Indian country
darling of the [bad word] who are
Ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.

I learned a [bad word] I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation 
And the corporate bank
They'll send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

They got these [bad word] who want the land 
And they've got churches by the dozens 
Want to guide our hands
And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed
Get rich... get rich quick.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
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We get the federal marshals
We get the covert spies
We get the liars by the fire
And we get the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
And still Peltier goes off to jail

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred it secret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (of murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

We had the [bad word] Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl 
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell 'ya “Honey, you can still be an Indian
D-d-down at the 'Y'
On Saturday nights”

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee