Bruce *****burn - Indian Wars Lyrics
Out in the desert where the wind never stopsA few simple people try to grow a few cropsTrying to maintain a life and a homeOn land that was theirs before the Romans thought of RomeA few dozen survivors, ragged but proudWith a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloudIt's never been easy, or free from strifeBut the pulse of the land is the pulse of their lifeYou thought it was over but it's just like beforeWill there never be an end to the Indian wars?It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughterIt's kickbacks and thugs and diverted waterTreaties get signed and the papers change handsBut they might as well draft these agreements in sandNoble Savage on the cinema screenAn Indian's good when he cannot be seenAnd the so-called white so-called raceDigs for itself a pit of disgraceYou thought it was over but it's just like beforeWill there never be an end to the Indian wars?