Lakota-Joni Mitchell

　　I am Lakota

　　Looking at money man

　　Diggin' the deadly quotas

　　Out of balance

　　Out of hand

　　We want the land

　　Lay down the reeking or

　　Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees

　　Everywhere you touch the earth she's sore

　　Every time you skin her all things weep

　　Your money mocks us

　　Restitution what good can it do

　　Kennelled in metered boxes

　　Red dogs in debt to you

　　I am Lakota

　　Fighting among ourselves

　　All we can say with one whole heart

　　Is we won't sell

　　No we'll never sell

　　We want the land

　　The lonely coyote calls

　　In the woodlands footprints of the deer

　　In the barrooms poor drunk bastard falls

　　In the courtrooms deaf ears sixty years

　　You think we're sleeping but

　　Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars

　　We have seen the trampled rainbows

　　In the smoke of cars

　　Brave

　　Broken

　　Grave

　　Oh pity me

　　Weak

　　Faithful

　　Meek

　　Oh pity me

　　I am Lakota

　　Standing on sacred land

　　We never sold these Black Hills

　　To the missile heads

　　To the power plants

　　We want the land

　　The bullet and the fence

　　The black coats and the booze

　　Courts that circumvent

　　Nothing left to lose

　　Tell me grandfather

　　You spoke the fur and feather tongues

　　Do you hear the whimpering waters

　　When the tractors come

　　Brave

　　Broken

　　slave

　　Oh pity me

　　Weak

　　Faithful

　　Meek

　　Oh pity me

　　Sun pity me

　　Mother earth

　　Moon pity me

　　Shadows

　　Stretching on the forest floor

　　Oh pity me

　　Grass pity me

　　Rocks pity me

　　Water

　　Standing in a wakan manner

　　Oh pity me...