Well I see, you see
You in color
You're not my friend,
And you're not my brother
We agree to be enemies

The Queen called and
She wants her land back
I suggest that you do just that
Black briefcase,
With a silver lining
Open it up, and 
Look inside see
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Well I see, you see,
You in color
Now we're friends, 
Yes we're bloodbrothers,
Part Cherokee and
Quarter Shawnee
You saw what happened
At wounded Knee